Breaking & Entering

                        for Ainsworth

Floating a serenade in the
twisted rubble of a gunmetal tide pool
bleak two dollar polaroids
& a long line about paranormal bus tickets
When the Chosen One signals
from the platform
only the skeleton of a smile
could overshadow the leadweight alibi
but we won’t reduce life to claims of
righteous disregard
like anybody knows shit about
& the scratchy voice on the other end
fades back into itself
either way another takes its place
One dark spin deserves a rail of silence
running down the numbers
all nickles & dimes
as I wanted that vague assurance
on the wing w/uncontested rain