Rays from the head, concrete butresses white
rising in dawn streets. Heroes emerge
from tenement doors all hours, younger
& younger as acid wars strip our brains
blot thought-forms reveal smells of garbage harbor.
More unheard-of heroes'll come, unimagined
new type terrific heroes, sexless heroes even,
yet heroes of Smog, & make us happy
w/flower power Action, giant brooms, electric
bannanas, guerilla love-fare, cop amour, heter
oh sexual casualness, & I'll chanting the
mystery
hope again, tho dead to the world, for new heroes