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.