TheNewEnigma

A poem by my friend Sonny: swollen hand and arm unfit to paint abode dirt like the mole where foot steps are only the sub thump of a heart beat pacing my sonic panting of sub thump where my eyes may rest and i may dream sucking in the must of so many elements and remnants all colors i create in my brain swollen hand and arm unfit to paint sketch blindly without hands figures of my imagination like the dirt mole a code of honor morality that sustains only in my soil walls masturbation is god