CARBOLOAD

i don’t EAT these days

but

CARBOLOAD and PROTEINPACK

in vacuum gobble jags 

of hot sauces and crisp black edges

cos

there is no time

not really

there is

an

infinitely

higher chance

of 

WRITING

something

good

if you are there

WRITING 

in the dark

alone

with your chin and hands and Chet Baker

and

a whirling alien

pan-fried

mind that just

MIGHT

lock onto to a wispy gem

given half a chance