Cocopiazo could have been dire. From what I can ascertain, Cocopiazo seems to be about the art of writing. Sure, series creator Daniel Warner can put main character/lush John Victory into limbo, having Death and Job try to put one over on Victory by proving how unsuccessful Victory will be as an author (he writes one book that goes into the bargain bin, if you're wondering). There can be asides to the world of "creative writing" and just how much mental masturbation there is out there. Sex and art can be writ large as a story arc. None of this matters if the comic books are unfocused, creatively bankrupt and generally awful.
Cocopiazo is not awful. Sure, the comic book is essentially concepts with some semblance of plot to keep it coherent, but the only time it ever really seems to veer into dodgy surrealism is with the denouement to Issue #3 - how does John Victory get out of limbo? Well, limbo disappears, and...uh...oh look, Jose the Birthday Monkey! Even given the nature of the series, it seems like a hasty wrap-up. Maybe I'm wrong - John Victory doesn't seem to be any good as a writer, and the monkey seems to be his creation. Either I'm not reading enough into Cocopiazo or Daniel Warner rushed to make deadlines. That sort of ambivalence makes Cocopiazo what it is.
Frankly, what Daniel Warner's doing is difficult to pull off with some semblance of quality. Matt Howarth could do it, but his Bugtown was a literal city of anarchy and Warner's not doing science fiction. Even so, Cocopiazo's rambling quality works as what Warner says seems to ring true. Cocopiazo is firmly within the realm of the alternacomic but manages to say something about the nature of writing, and something meaningful at that. David Warner doesn't seem to be afraid of even picking himself apart, and isn't afraid of throwing in some violence without it being a sop to male audiences. He's appropriating Satan, Cthulhu and other mythic figures as characters, but they aren't there merely as exercises in divergent characterization. Warner's artwork is stylized without being off-putting, and his dialogue is intelligent without being disingenuous. That Daniel Warner can be intellectual without seeming up his own arse gives me hope for the future of independent comic books.