Up in the Clouds
16 x 20, oil and acrylic on canvas
Don’t mess with Robbie Reyes.
All-New Ghost Rider: Story by Felipe Smith, Art by Tradd Moore, Colors by Val Staples. Coming this month!
damn, can’t believe this book is only one week away. i remember months ago when felipe first told me he was writing this book.
so damn excited to see it finally come together. fucking pumped.
(second draft of a poem I did while faffing about with verse last week)
When I was young I went to Cormicann
With Fortune there as my pursuit.
I stole a kiss from Molly Gann,
And got another from her father’s boot.
I spent a week out cutting purses,
My skill consummate, nay, absolute!
My instruments nearly humming, ready
For picking risto’s silken fruit.
Until this artist met his fellow,
Of basest stripe, barely a man.
Nabbed my bulging pocketbook,
As he seized my own out-snatching hand.
They threw me in with loons and dirkers,
Bone-filthy men of horrid needs.
"That’s it," thought I, in my despair,
No nope was there I might be freed.
But soon I tasted sun again,
Before my eyes had rotted blind.
They might have still, had not my hand,
That town, and Fortune left behind.
Check it out, it’s Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson.
I am so down for a black Batman & Robin to happen. Let’s Elseworlds this shit.
Have you found your self recklessly deriding a fellow human or appealing to the dark arts, in the heat of a blood-boilingly vigorous exchange only to wish you had been more calculating and cogent, thus retaining the upper hand of noble civility? protect your reputation and corporeal integrity with this simple sequential exercise. Safety first in words and deeds.