• Comix

    Sunday Comics

    I remember the year I went to camp, I read the Sunday Comics named Selma and some blacks. Somebody put their fingers in the president's ears, and it wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's wax.

  • Comedy,  Comix

    Sunday Comics

    "Maybe just a ghost," you say and forget about it. I stopped talking, then the Sunday Comics are talking to my nail stinging. I can snatch out; so cold, lost parts they are stinging me so cold.

  • Comix

    Sunday Comics

    Hey, Sunday Comics, let's not pretend that for one second you are my friend. Knock on my door and I'll turn out the light, close the curtains and turn in for the night!

  • Comix

    Sunday Comics

    The President reads the Comics and speaks. His shirts are clean but his country reeks. Unpaid bills In Afghanistan hills. Bombs away (but we're O.K)! Bombs away in old Bombay!

  • Comix

    Sunday Comics

    She stands beneath the mistletoe screaming for him to stand beneath the mistletoe, screaming...Now I can't help but read the Comics each time she climbs on his knee.

  • Comix

    Sunday Comics

    They are digging through all of your files, stealing back your Sunday Comics. You cover your windows with lead, even keeping the pets outside. Then you hear, a moment too late...