Cane Rows

The crop still would not rust
after yellow metal caterpillars
tried to hide their unnaturalness
jutting against the sky.
When rain would come,
run away like a child done wrong
and come back soft, guilt full.
The cane rows meticulous and muddy,
yesterday burnt chaffless and black
left leaning on one another.
The Caroni still flowing,
arrows flowering from the fields still safe.
The island divvied up,
county lines drawn, roads paved
like tributaries of molasses
on sawdust floors.
Muck caked on to the tyres.
The country prone on the coroner’s table,
chest splayed open.
Carefully dissected,
organs soaking in briny solution.
Individually labelled.
A colder sneer than Ramses before red eyes.
Reanimated kings, gods and devils
hands sowing retribution.

2006

Traffic

I pick grapes in traffic, crossing lanes
striding with no crosswalk, no time but rhythm
too aware that I am alone.

Headlights cut the night like machetes
two at a time, as they come nearer
the space between them grows.

Glass jumps and sprinkles, playing confetti,
rice pouring down at a young wedding
catching as much as it can before laying still.

The pieces lay like crumbs for pigeons
waiting for the squat birds to come down
in a flutter of wings and feathers to salvage their evening.

The lights grow dim, and voices rise
then drop out my ears,
grown heavy with salt.

Blood runs from my fingers, sliding on the rough asphalt
filling you into all my life’s empty spaces
and I say, ‘tomorrow there will be apricots.’

2006

Yurokon

The mouth burns. But the pepper-pot is beautiful,
the meat falls off the bone for the mouth of the spirit.
The clay bowl rests on the damp earthen floor,

Waiting.

A goddess goes down to the river, the people are devils.
The tall wooden spoon in the cassiri pot, and the
river quenches thirst but never brings solace.


2005

Eric Canete Comicon Conan Commission!

Just scanned my Canete commissions! A week or so before Comicon I email Eric Canete's agent - Jason Schacter (sp?) about the possibilities of getting a Canete piece done. The day at Comicon that they're supposed to be ready and Jason says,
'There's good news and bad news...' I flinch. I grimace. 'the good news is.. it's awesome.' I smile because now I know the commission has been done. But now I am starting to wonder what the bad news is.. maybe he gave it to the wrong guy? Jason continues, 'the bad news is... there's three of em.' I smile.
'That's not bad news at all,' I say as I empty the contents of my wallet.

Kirkwood

10:58
I’ve never been to Bloomington before.
A warm day in June,
the cashier avoids eye contact
as she takes my order.
One Angus burger with fries.
large coke

the pathway teases through a park
blowing kisses to the creek alongside.
I pause to read what’s left
of a tattered flyer ‘FUTON FOR’

I turn right on to Kirkwood
the people and signs are everywhere
I see Nick’s (I wonder if Tom saw the game here)
a blonde dreadlock rolls by me
on a skateboard

by the time I get to North Walton
I will be ready.

2005

Greg's Iron Man Commission

Well, the use of the word 'commission' is misleading. I offered a bunch of friends free art of their choosing to force myself to keep my art more constant and consistent. This is an early piece and hopefully things improve here on out. I had a little fun drawing Iron Man, and I can't recall ever drawing him before and even though there are things I'd probably do differently a second time around, I'm relatively happy with the results.

Sketches from Drink & Draw @ Hennessey's in San Diego

So, on the 23rd of last month, Dan Panosian and a couple other artists hosted a Drink & Draw at Hennessey's downtown San Diego during Comic-Con. There were girls posing. Great artists. Good food. Better booze. I went. Drank. Drew. Had a blast. Here are a few sketches I did between pints of guinness.