I’ll pull down the sky
for you, as if it’s a dusty blue curtain
with wasps and moths stuck like stars
and other unknown shiny objects.
I’ll sell that delusional honesty that my father told me to keep
and buy those islands that looks like ants
on the maps, disappearing and reappearing, for you.
When I am done with motormouthing shadows,
I’ll buy all those sad big cars for all those
illiterate refugee drivers from a malnutrition-ed country
..yes they will take you anywhere you don’t want
I’ll steal from
Robbers and cons and cheats and frauds and meeks
I’ll steal the strength from strong men
and the courage of the adventurers
I’ll have to steal
I’ll have to steal the un-steal-able for you.