TOM NURMI
March 28, 2010
prospektr
gunmn
hird hand
ox draw
bullt in it
rag injin
herth flu
caught ‘m
bad them
applse clos’d
tiny fists
fuckee prari!
aint’two
of a kinde
no
no not
two’f
any kinde
2.2.299
All impressions are sensible.
To be fair, the globe was open
and the spy didn’t ask.
To hide a phone or a vial in a globe
is a classic move. Straight
to the poison, I move, gloved
smilingly clown. The dreams we have
and pretend to forget, those are not
the poison.
They are the globe.
Tom Nurmi lives in Arizona. He likes Melville and Stevens.
