disutility function

breaking the plain of another nation’s notepad
skipped a phone call & buried meaning in a miracle
im a squeaky cat & hairball,
im a turn signal that never resets
going left going left
going left
going left
seen the seething of a trunk
& wrote a drunken bad luck lyric for the wishful last spirits,
have you seen us?
we leave our business lights on
and forget keycards on the counter

we half expect saving; but feel fully betrayed
beware satellite dreams and rocky mountain roster mountings,
this derelict daring domino theory stands alone
& aint lonely for nothin’
lets get full on bologna and stomach churning,
chastising stormfronts for bluffing us.
mine is a streetlight gone haywire:
check yr engine
for fueling the fire and
goddammit all when no one’s inspired.