grin chatter moon

 russian novelist

in my ash pit

my dirty spotted

nose,can caress

your corpse

all life now motionless

a blur a disregard

for common sense

the coomons always useless

and cars a whir

secluded pessimist

breeds pessimist revoloutions

lenins library freuds context

of stress

the poets slaughtered,butchered made a mess

but now there visions done

but i can rub a grimy window

to rethink factories

for rosas sake

dismantlers humbug

tear the beehive

off the hill

no regard jacinda

similar successes

in bolshevik

talmud dreams

im the catcher in the rye

the most explosive novel

terrorists use

next to dickens appeal

and mein kampf

i sit darkned

but i have you

tons of pages

translated

just to hear