Cosmic Flotsam

	SPACE BABE
	IN Cosmic Flotsam

~
Like a wounded
tree oozing sap,
a sudden
solar flare engulfs
the parasites ~
and the Papillon !
~

Fare
thee
well,
sweet
lass!

Don't feel down,
li'l feller!

He ain't !

Bauhaus! A grog
for our guest!