Canto 2, xxxix. xl. xli. xlii.

So, after fair hallucinations passed
And evening chow had disappear’d from trays,
When Kid thought himself settled in at last:
Old Witching Mary Wanna’s wiley ways
From foggy, misty, smoking college days
Returned at last full blast, right in his face,
When Huge invited him to share her jays,
And, honoring the “silly Human Race”,
Spun a brand-new album: YES – “Yours Is No Disgrace.”

Our Kid crawl’d out, defying Death, from holes
He hadn’t dug. His morals disappear’d!
Progressive Rock bewitched him, playing roles
On his soul’s stage: just what his Momma fear’d!
His “musing circumstances”? lost – all weird;
He thought an hour’s second that he’d croaked;
But Huge? He floated ‘cross his room and leered,
“Don’t bogart Mary Jane, my friend,” he joked;
“Is not Cambodian Red best dope you ever smoked?”

To quench their thirst Sir Johnny Walker Red
Arrived. Seem’d like he’d been a long time gone
Away from Gentle Soul’s exploding head.
He’d played the college frat-boy: willing pawn
(Imbibing was a Crime in Evanston)
In deadly drinking games. Northwestern U
Had taught him how to get his party on.
Sir Walker was his friend. Oh! He would rue
The day they ever met. For now? toss back a few!

The night wore on; mishapen, monstrous noise
Beat from the stereo like the Great War.
But blasting out, quite unknown to the boys
Was Rice and Webber’s “Jesus … Superstar”!
Kid thought he’d listen; only heard this far:
“Don’t get me wrong; I only wanna know”;
His eyes shut tight, he watched an avatar-
A Howdy Doozy Christ put on a show.
Too sick, he tried to rise. Not whole – no pow’r to go!