"Blood, Sugar"

Stough Canyon, Burbank, Los Angeles, California.

Blood, Sugar

We endure

what we store for:

carbohydrate caches,

plied mostly

in muscle,

fibrous pits

filled with pistons

and a sinister thrum,

barely able

to wait

to sing

at pre-morning light,

rays layered in crags,

the range

in its grandeur

asks why

I don’t have

more to give

at the command of glucagon,

hormonal role call

from the pancreas,

phase kinetic,

go, break

the single sugar unit,

spill

the self, me,

curator of polymers,

wreathes multi-branched,

respire, engage,

hold a fixed glare

on an ardor

for high volume

and colors in a sky

that only show themselves

this early

under heaps

of high effort,

and strain

short of breakage, or

not, so,

polysaccharides,

pooled for the needs

of sweet, sweet fatigue

get thrown

at the bulwark of numbers,

and how much

gets left

on the loose promise

of discipline

and mania, fused

to frequency,

at odds

with alarm,

cut, set apart

from the signals

we listen to

or not

as the last stars

take leave

in blue chromas,

the hours warming

at the stream

we cross,

shivering glints

and worn stone,

a current

in platinum

under clouds

like dropped slate

on swarms of violet

and gold

where the prairies

open under

our formulas,

muse as equation,

glycolysis, caloric debt, we

open, gladly

to what

we can’t see, feel

with the mornings one feels

more than anything,

collect

often,

seize,

inhale,

thank,

replenish.