Exonerated
Judged and discarded
Pilot lights, wayfarers and blue neon
His part-
Another puddle
A mirror disturbed
Another day lonesome
Jumping hopscotch on a tightrope
Quarters in a pocket countersink
This days events (momentum)
A back beat likewise kind
to feel under my feet
Responding heartache
seems oddly unappropriate
Within the litter of vocabulary
I find myself lacking ignition
to began again-
So I quit