• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 05


You with your dollhouse feathers
Ruby throat pulsing with delight
And endless energy
Zip to and fro...
Your miniature heart at the edge of
Members of your pack visit
every sixty seconds
Needles poke into yellow plastic flower replicas
Extracting prime C&H quality dope
While cat licks her silver lips...
and considers rushing the lead paned glass.
You rest on hair-like plaits of branches
Wait for your turn to come...
and then
at long last
Needle nose gem finally still at the bar
Serving free drinks for sweet drunk gems

Ever wonder why we never find you
drop dead in the garden?
Could be
your tiny body just
spontaneously combusts from pure
Beautiful energy.