gentle robbers

gentle robbers churning forward
reaching their hands in

blunt untrained surgeons

where is the last prairie
how may the Fuhrer make more
the records
being so stacked on a sea in a family’s house
newly painted

the camera sits, broken, in a closet
the boat sways, weighted, blank

not the white panel you work for
the façade bracketing your books

but a pending disappointment
a hunger of a regal stature, indentured
only to find that an earthly paradise

is bloody

and instead of turning headdress to tourniquet
sack to patch
a search for new rivers, real estate

conquest so cerebral that even common electrics
are purchasable

so I, this fugitive, surrounded by helicopters
of my own devising
may repudiate my family tree
those arborists
shading this tablet
a double needle, sharp
the cross-stitch
being effectively stopped: a baton
caught mid-pattern

suspended
at this very complicated midriff

when all the film plays
the details therein
appear fruit convertible
you know the translation, the sound
that will come

from the backroom may emerge, all of those ghosts

you are a ghost, more than ghost
living not and so this company you seek

being not material, but toward the haunted act

squeezed exactly like this— incentivized