Ivan's grandmother is a leather hipster who
once claimed to have bedded John Lennon
& Andy Warhol in a *******; she was that
type of teenager; how she got to be so old on
LSD & ****** in a miracle in itself; she
smokes many packs a day & drinks bottles
of *****; she breastfed Ivan despite his protests
& taught him all he knows about communist
poetry; Ivan is a socialist realist although his
grandmother is a dye-hard psychedelic who'll
believe in free love til her grave; to Ivan
she's a weird old witch & he catches her ****
in a jar staying up all night sniffing the piquant
***** possessed of ancient ancient Russian
spirits & he sees sprites & faeries dancing
about the feild he's sitting in; old Russian
moon sable cloaked Princess daughter of
Czarina Sun & Czar Sky; as the beautiful
hands of dead Russian maidens reach up
from the ground & grab him as they rise up
naked & dancing; unable to write by mere
moonlight after guzzling his grandmother's
**** Ivan lays back & let's the poem's words
fill his dreams w/ the fires of Muscovy where
the princesses died & were burned w/ poems
in their folded hands written in golden ink