Sunday Comics
She had gin and juice when I landed, miss you much like Janet. Grammy parted with the camper, I really couldn’t plan it…This s- crazy, though, I forgot to hit him up. Sunday Comics stop me but let me in, that’s Seattle Star love…
Sunday Comics
Bankrupt thoughts steal my hope; fix the bail; charge me interest while I’m stuck in your plastic jail. From my cell I read Sunday Comics while my freedom ring inside the belly of your cash machine.
Passport
Dennis Nyback talks about privilege in this short story.
Sunday Comics
Susan Jane standing in the rain, eating sugar cane, feeling the pain. Susan Jane, she is beautifully insane, barefoot in the muddy road. Her mind is free, she swims in the sea. She’s reading the Sunday Comics, see; her soul is on a spree. She’s making love to me barefoot in the muddy road.
the birds sing…Jesus loves us….life is good…
Poetry by Jimmy R Coleman.
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