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     in electric Afric hurrah

     for Jerusalem—

The saints come marching in, Twist &

     Shout, and Gates of Eden are named

     in Albion again

Hope sings a black psalm from Nigeria,

     and a white psalm echoes in Detroit

     and reechoes amplified from Nottingham to Prague

and a Chinese psalm will be heard, if we all

     live out our lives for the next 6 decades—

Be kind to the Chinese psalm in the red transistor

     in your breast—

Be kind to the Monk in the 5 Spot who plays

     lone chord-bangs on his vast piano

lost in space on a bench and hearing himself

     in the nightclub universe—

Be kind to the heroes that have lost their

     names in the newspaper

and hear only their own supplication for

     the peaceful kiss of sex in the giant

     auditoriums of the planet,

nameless voices crying for kindness in the orchestra,

screaming in anguish that bliss come true

     and sparrows sing another hundred years

     to white haired babes

and poets be fools of their own desire—O Anacreon

     and angelic Shelley!

Guide these new-nippled generations on space

     ships to Mars’ next universe

The prayer is to man and girl, the only

     gods, the only lords of Kingdoms of

     Feeling, Christs of their own

     living ribs—

Bicycle chain and machine gun, fear sneer

     & smell cold logic of the Dream Bomb

have come to Saigon, Johannesburg,

     Dominica City, Phnom Penh, Pentagon

     Paris and Lhasa—

Be kind to the universe of Self that

     trembles and shudders and thrills

     in XX Century,

that opens its eyes and belly and breast

     chained with flesh to feel

     the myriad flowers of bliss

     that I Am to Thee—

A dream! a Dream! I don’t want to be alone!

     I want to know that I am loved!

I want the orgy of our flesh, orgy

     of all eyes happy, orgy of the soul

     kissing and blessing its mortal-grown

     body,

orgy of tenderness beneath the neck, orgy of

     kindness to thigh and vagina

Desire given with meat hand

     and cock, desire taken with

     mouth and ass, desire returned

     to the last sigh!

Tonite let’s all make love in London

     as if it were 2001 the years

     of thrilling god—

And be kind to the poor soul that cries in

     a crack of the pavement because he

     has no body—

Prayers to the ghosts and demons, the

     lackloves of Capitals & Congresses

     who make sadistic noises

     on the radio—

Statue destroyers & tank captains, unhappy

     murderers in Mekong & Stanleyville,

That a new kind of man has come to his bliss

     to end the cold war he has borne

     against his own kind flesh

     since the days of the snake.

June 8, 1965

Studying the Signs

After Reading Briggflatts

White light’s wet glaze on asphalt city floor,

the Guinness Time house clock hangs sky misty,

yellow Cathay food lamps blink, rain falls

on rose neon Swiss Watch under Regent archway,

Sun Alliance and London Insurance Group stands

granite—“Everybody gets torn down” … as a high

black taxi with orange doorlight passes around

iron railing blazoned with red sigma Underground

Ah where the cars glide slowly around Eros

shooting down on one who stands in Empire’s Hub

under his shining silver breast, look at Man’s

sleepy face under half-spread metal wings—

Swan & Edgar’s battlement walls the moving Circus,

princely high windows barred (shadow bank

interior office stairway marble) behind castiron

green balconies emblemed with single swans afloat

like white teacups what—Boots’ blue sign lit up

over an enamel weight-machine’s mirror clockface

at door betwixt plateglass Revlon & slimming biscuit

plaques and that alchemical blood-crimson pharmacy

bottle perched on street display. A Severed Head

“relished uproariously” above the masq’d Criterion

marquee, with Thespis and Ceres plaster Graces lifting

white arms in the shelled niches above a fire gong

on the wooden-pillared facade whose mansard gables

lean in blue-black sky drizzle, thin flagpole.

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