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          white foam to the rock where I sang Harekrishna

sand garden drying, kelp

          standing head upward in sunlight.

               Dinosaur hard, scabrous

     overgrown with seaweed tendrils,

                    Professors of rock …

Where’s Stravinsky? Theda Bara? Chaplin? Harpo Marx?

  Where’s Laurel and his Hardy?

               Laughing phantoms

               going to the grave—

Last time this town I saw them in movies

     Ending The Road to Utopia‘O Carib Isle!’

     Laurel aged & white-haired Hardy

          Hydrogen Comic smoke billowing

               up from their Kingdom—

Grauman’s Chinese Theater’s drab sidewalk front’s

          concrete footprints, stood there

               stupid, anal, exciting

                    upside down, Crosseyed moviestar’d

     I craned my neck at Myrna Loy & Shirley Temple shoe-marks—

Raccoon crouched at road-edge, praying—

                         Carlights pass—

Merry Christmas to Mr. & Mrs.

                         Chiang Kai Shek

Merry Christmas to President Johnson & pray for Health

Merry Christmas to MacNamara, State Secretary Rusk,

               Khrushchev hid in his apartment house,

                    to Kosygin’s name, to Ho Chi Minh grown old,

Merry Christmas to rosycheeked Mao Tze Tung

     Happy New Year Chou En Lai & Laurel and Hardy

Merry Christmas to the Pope

          & to the Dalai Lama Rebbe Lubovitcher

     to the highest Priests of Benin,

     to the Chiefs of the Faery Churches—

Merry Christmas to the Four Shankaracharyas,

     to all Naga Sadhus, Bauls & Chanting Dervishes from Egypt to

                              Malaya—

Black Sign Los Angeles 140 Miles

     stifling car-heat—

          Music on the tacky radio,

               senseless, senseless coughs of emotion—

The Ally Cease-Fire Will Not Be Extended

               “……. on a densely populated area”

“… —Peking will never join the United Nations as long

as it remains under what it termed American Domination.”

MOBILIZE THE NATIONAL GUARD, sd Senator Anderson

  IY Mental Rejectees will be reexamined

               for service in Vietnam.

Bradley high on acid

     drawing pictures on Army Forms?

     Peter classified Psycho telling his Sergeant

          “An Army is an Army against Love.”

Xmas day work stack of papers on the President’s desk

                         a foot high!

                    he has to finish them tonight!

     this determined NBC News entering Lompoc, famed of

                              W. C. Fields

               who proved that Everyman’s a

                              natural bullshit artist:

          “spends about 75% of his time on Foreign Matters and is,

               uh, very involved …”

                         “and all letters are answered.”

WHAT no Xmas message from the

                    Texas White House?

     The President must be very down

  He’s maintaining his communications networks

                              circling the Planet.

               Mambo canned music mush

               Ventura radio Xmas sound

                         Commercial announcements,

     Few minutes of live speech, little joy or thanksgiving,

no voice from Himalayas

          Good Cheer Happy Kalpa

for Dominica Vietnam Congo China India America

               Tho England rang with the Beatles!

          “healing all that was oppressed with the Devil.”

     & at Santa Barbara exit

               the Preacher hollered in tongues

               YOUR NAME IS WRITTEN IN HEAVEN

                              passing 38th Parallel

Lodge spoke from Saigon “We are morally right,

     we are Morally Right,

     serving the cause of freedom forever giving these people

               an opportunity … almost like thinking”—

  He’s broadcasting serious-voice on Xmas Eve to America

Entering Los Angeles space age

     three stations simultaneous radio—

               Cut-Up Sounds that fill Aether,

                    voices back of the brain—

               The voice of Lodge, all well, Moral—

               voice of a poor poverty worker,

                    “Well they dont know anybody dont

                    know anything about the poor all

                    the money’s going to the politicians

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