SuperGod: Now That's How To End The World, Baby

With London Town destroyed within a page

Of starting the whole story, SuperGod

Is special. Gastonny gets to rampage

On many cities in this comic, broad

And quite ambitious in its concept: we,

Who once got anxious, made a Golden Calf

To worship when no real divinity

Did show itself, made our own gods -- a half-

Assed plan if e'er there was, and soon there are

A British fungus god, a Krishna and

Much stranger beings. "Save the world," we roar

But do not specify from whom. The land

Soon pulses with such horrors only one

(That's Warren Ellis) could make up. What fun!

In Which I Choose The Perfect Time To Catch Up On Freakangels

Webcomics do amaze; variety
Of type, content and talent, it's all there.
But of them one will e'er stand out for me:
Freakangels! I've been tearing out my hair
Just knowing I had gotten so behind
That it would take a day to catch up. So,
Today seeming a perfect day, I find,
To do something my birthday boy would go
Quite crazy for, I went back to the start
And read up to the present! One great dose --
Exhilaration! O, bestill my heart,
Especially where the story's gone! I'm close
To screaming right out loud, though I am still
Down at the day gig. I must mute my thrill.

In Which CAPTAIN SWING Makes Me Sing

When Warren Ellis cranks out some steampunk,

I queue right up; I do not hesitate.

A vacuum tube, a brass gear and I'm sunk,

I rise to it like hungry trout to bait.

Now comes a new one, Captain Swing, who packs

A gun that fires off "glowing clockwork" slugs,

Who sports electric goggles, and who lacks

For nothing to show up as foolish thugs

The Peelers and the Bow Street Runners; and

Does all this from a flying jolly boat.

Raulo Caceres has lent a hand

Again, and as in GRAVEL gets my vote.

I now await the other three bits of

Another comics series that I love.

In Which I Decide Not To Wait Until Issue #5

I've only seen a mere twenty percent
Of this new book but I find I can't wait
To share my admiration of that bent
Old Warren Ellis and to here relate:
Ignition City's taken o'er my mind!
It's sick in parts - for instance much concerned
With pellet food once it is left behind
Well-used in chamber pots (yes they have spurned
The shiny Gernsback world in lots of ways) -
But artful. Where do spacemen go to die?
Per Warren and Gianluca, to a place
Where they can only stare up at the sky
And drink away their memories, and gape
At Mary Callipygia Raven's shape.