Fiction

Dream 473

a poem

last night I dreamt of

open waters

an organic assassin of the ocean

propelled from the surface like a

fifty foot rocket

with a conniving grin he approached

the ideal predator with no

natural opponents

top of his food chain, oozing confidence

underestimated my hammerhead heart

so i punched him on the nose

and he turned back into the

goldfish he was