Category: Visual Arts

Rotating head, keeps on the right side/Colied up and tense remains on the lookout/They hate to read The Star’s Sunday Comics/Rotating head tries to look on the bright side of things

Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime/A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust/I need a fix because I’m going down, the Sunday Comics I left uptown.

There’s a monkey in the jungle watching a vapor trail, caught up in the conflict between its brain and its tail. And if it’s Sunday
Comics, then we got nothing to lose! Please repeat the message: It’s the comix that we choose

And she was lying in the grass. And she could hear the highway breathing. And she would read the Sunday Comics; she’s making sure she is not dreaming.

The bats have left the bell tower, the Comics have been read.
Spend Sundays in the black box:
Bela Lugosi’s dead.

No one in the world ever gets what they want, and that is beautiful; everybody dies reading Sunday Comics, and that is beautiful. They want what they’re not and I wish they would stop saying, “Deputy Dawg dog a ding ding debadeba.”

I don’t know where he lives; or if he knows to sail; or if little schemes like this one ever cross his trail. I don’t believe he’s reading Sunday Comics, you know…So I shudder in my lampshade.