Exercise 5: Pantoum

Pantoum from "Nude Interrogation" and "Good Morning, America"

The skyscrapers throw their lengths of walls

sandlewood incense hangs a slow comet of perfume over the room

In the evening there is sunset sonata to the cities

The night was too big

Sandlewood incense hangs a slow comet of perfume over the room

There is a march of little armies to the dwindling of drums 

The night was too big 

I don’t want to look at the floor 

There is a march of little armies to the dwindling of drums 

Have you killed anyone before?

I don’t want to look at the floor

or at black bastions on the red west

Have you killed anyone before?

I was scared of the silence

or of black bastion on the red west

Where the skyscrapers throw their lengths of walls