Sunday Comics
Always in focus, you can’t feel my stare.
I zoom into you but you don’t know I’m there.
I take a pride in probing all your secret moves
The Sunday Comics have the pictures that can prove
Sunday Comics
Look in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the Sunday Comics up and building to the sky
Breaking a promise to the Jade Buddha, Shanghai
Poetry by Nathaniel Cairney.
Sunday Comics
Grisly smiles that don’t flake off
Corny colored demons leering
Sunday Comics — sucking the skin
Four Postcards to Henry Miller, Who Accused Me of Being Insane After Having Seen a Photo of Me Sitting Alone on a Bench During a Paris Winter
Poetry by Nathaniel Cairney.
Sunday Comics
Don’t think I fit in at this party
Everyone’s got so much to say
I always feel like I’m nobody, mmm
Who wants to fit in anyway?
‘Cause I don’t care when I’m with my Sunday Comix, yeah
All the bad things disappear

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