March 28, 2010

hird hand

ox draw
bullt in it
rag injin

herth flu

caught ‘m
bad them

applse clos’d

tiny fists
fuckee prari!


of a kinde

no not
any kinde


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.

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