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