angry bunny

                                                                      Snooty. Snotty.

cum home?

Me wondering if I've been too forward or inappropriate is like a serial killer wondering if breaking in through the door or the window is less intrusive.

Happy Holidays, hardy har har

Bat Symbol, scissors....oh so sexy

oh Batman.....

Logan

feet don't fail me now

I see my bloody footprints in the sand, only

realizing they are mine in my dreams. Scarred

landscapes have trapped my heart in a shell

of lonely depravity and silence. She only whispers

when I beat upon her breast with my callused fists.

That angry scowl reflects in a mirage I wade through

amid storm clouds and dark reflections revealing

my unforgotten past. A shower would be a blessed

relief but each drop reminds me of gory 

stumps and limbs floating in the pools of Hades.

The gun's been cocked for a decade now as

I scrape at the canvas looking for color and truth.

But it runs and bleeds the farther I infant-walk through

this burning desert, passing the tombstones of love and 

hate with my dirty name on each one.