( me / via )

Burning sage.

"felching ferch in the Twisted Slippery Years"

before Xmas tourists
tamp the crepe
subfusc noon its stilbfare
stipples crisp
nothing going onward
ogles gap
till gaunt Xmas soldiers
swing their gear

" 'I didn’t have anything, so I stayed up all night scribbling and ended up onstage with Audre Lorde,' Burns recollected. 'I actually got paid $50. I’m the only poet I know who got into the field for money,' she joked."

"   —But you were trying to protect me, weren't you? Oh, F., do you think I can learn to perceive the diamonds of good amongst all the shit?
   —It is all diamond."

—Beautiful Losers

NE limb eruption, likely from the vicinity of region ex 4274.