spinecrawler

I've been staying up until 6 am everyday for the last week trying to finish this goddam comic book.
I'm trying to make something and I have to constantly remind myself to make sure that I enjoy the
process. I've got 15 pages and now I figure I've only got 9 more to go to make a decent sized comic.
Other than that I've been reading a lot of good poetry. Reading Ginsberg makes me drunk with everything I always thought poetry should be. I'll post comic stuff as the work develops and see if anyone gives a damn.
Some of my own I've written lately.

You're an angel's breath,
hot on my neck,
and none of the liars,
or hecklers can see
how much you meant to me.

I could only see you when you wept;
Rain on glass,
sounds off storm drains
Colors through wondowpanes
now you're a face with the many
many that have lied
hurt of you when I recall,
how I thought you'd hold me,
hold me when I died.