pyramids of dots

[photo from springbreak95.com]

dodging houndstoothed meteors, Captain

Crustoff sweats sharkshadows in his hatbrim

shaking off shoulder shivers which erupt

with each bite torn from his soaring pizza-

craft. will his pizship withstand the anxious

chomping which glides in from each side

of the soaring slice? as experienced

a navigateur as Crustoff is, he daren’t tell

his crew how frightened he’s become

of this voracious asteroid field. CHOMP

— the captain cowers, rolling in his rosy

sauce chamber, leaving the pizship to

operate on autocheflight — as Crustoff

hopes the crew won’t spot the houndsteeth

marks marring the pepperoni windshield.