Richard Prins
Pantoum Found in Howl
Breathing in the darkness,
seeking jazz or sex or soup,
I am a consciousness without a body.
You must feel very strange;
seeking jazz or sex or soup,
you've murdered your twelve secretaries.
You must feel very strange
leaving behind nothing but the shadow
you've murdered. Your twelve secretaries
pilgrimage to a cross in the void. I'm with you,
leaving behind nothing but the shadow
with radiant cool eyes.
Pilgrimage to a cross in the void. I'm with you.
The blond & naked angel came to pierce them
with radiant cool eyes.
You scream, in a straightjacket, that you're
the blond & naked angel, came to pierce them.
While you are not safe, I am not safe.
You scream in a straightjacket that you're
floating across the tops of cities.
While you are not safe, I am not safe.
I am a consciousness without a body
floating across the tops of cities,
breathing in the darkness.
Richard Prins is a New Yorker who sometimes lives in Dar es Salaam. He received his MFA degree in poetry from New York University. His work appears in Los Angeles Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Rattle, Redivider and Transition Magazine.
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Breathing in the darkness,
seeking jazz or sex or soup,
I am a consciousness without a body.
You must feel very strange;
seeking jazz or sex or soup,
you've murdered your twelve secretaries.
You must feel very strange
leaving behind nothing but the shadow
you've murdered. Your twelve secretaries
pilgrimage to a cross in the void. I'm with you,
leaving behind nothing but the shadow
with radiant cool eyes.
Pilgrimage to a cross in the void. I'm with you.
The blond & naked angel came to pierce them
with radiant cool eyes.
You scream, in a straightjacket, that you're
the blond & naked angel, came to pierce them.
While you are not safe, I am not safe.
You scream in a straightjacket that you're
floating across the tops of cities.
While you are not safe, I am not safe.
I am a consciousness without a body
floating across the tops of cities,
breathing in the darkness.
Richard Prins is a New Yorker who sometimes lives in Dar es Salaam. He received his MFA degree in poetry from New York University. His work appears in Los Angeles Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Rattle, Redivider and Transition Magazine.
Return to November 2013 Edition