Author: Otto S. Fishbein

Comix

Sunday Comics

You wore white, smiling as you took my hand. So removed, you read Sunday Comics in France. Minutes passed with shallow words, years have passed and still the hurt — I can see you now, smiling as I pulled away.

Comix

Sunday Comics

Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration, but we know all Sunday Comicses are fake. Daddy only stares into the distance, there’s only so much more that he can take. (Many miles away something crawls from the slime at the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.)

Comix

Sunday Comics

Time pterodactyls over all the way I see, I notice fractals, clover, honey bee, that’s why I kinda cackle, it be funny, see, haha. I can’t imagine the hood in harmony, I mean, how can I read the Sunday Comics if he don’t read.