Sosengen Chaser

In the advent of a discreet bourgeoise dawn, Mussopheles took refuge in Bruha Cervantes intellect - hole. Bolshevik dancers, laser Rimbauds, gregarious playwrights, reticent poets, sonsy sophists and self- penitent id , stroll in and out of this circular, soporific literary void . Absinthe is the order of the day as Menin enters with the frolicking, redolent Rectums.... "Where is my Sosengen chaser ?'' he bellows...... (to be continued ......)