SAFE KRAAKEN by Zac Dunn

SAFE KRAAKEN
By Zac Dunn
Published Issue 130, October 2024

The membrane of eyelet slid so slow next to

Skeletons of HUMPBACK’s and STURGEON

Corroded ship guts rust and melt to dust 

That EELS and BARRELEYE trout sneeze 

PUFFER FISH wishes for rays of light to 

Puncture the infinite mass that drips and 

SLIPS sips of life and moonbeams 

That ORCA chase to the limit of their own 

Boundless hunger to fill a void or 

Speak in clicks that murmur motors back to 

Sleep as oars crack from cast off’s hands 

MAKO WHITE TIP and BLUE SHARKS 

MAN O’ WAR and MOON JELLY move 

Miles over sandbars where container ships 

Loaded to the gills with RoRo CARS  

LISTS so PERILOUS 

Upon the chin of the ABYSS 

A STRATOS slipped below deck and plummeted to bonk the KRAAKEN 

LIKE the PINKERTON’s lined up by BANDITOS

Brought to knees in soiled knickers as 

Filthy sweat and tears of fear glisten 

Into the hail of GATLING and COLT’s breathe spit over a thunderous cackle in unison.

The KRAAKEN would shrug off the ping of the bumper and profane incursion to a perfectly sublime many decades slumber

The EYELET now exposed to a full round 

Sphere bigger than a boulder as a SPERM WHALE belch squelched from its core 

Pelting SEALS squeals of AMBERGRIS riptides drifting perfumier to FABERGÉ the stinky ROYAL JELLY away in haste … 

Pulling the tippy top of the sea to dip ever so slightly in displacement adjacent from the endless stasis of silence that grows slower

Heavier than a billion suns magma and gases and perpetual inferno of the 

LION AND BALL 

SHARK AND BELLY 

WHALERS AND PREY 

A rouge wave exploded 10-stories in an instant pushing east of TONGA and the 

Jagged maze of the GREAT BARRIER REEF

TEEF and CLOVEN HOOF upon decks spying the maelstrom of the tide pool 

As the KRAAKEN recoils to launch from 

Deepest dark to brazen illumination

THE SAFE would hold all the keys and all 

The cyphers needed to understand the 

Coded epiphanies that great SQUID hungers most like a T-REX for its flesh too 

The one who seeks the two and two seeks the boundless prophets that are kept SAFE from GREEDY FINGERS and HARPOONS chucked 

From STARBOARD in desperation to puncture the EYELET yet only falls miles short as the IRIS of the KRAAKEN spies 

The puny eyes of the world cowing back 

INDIA INK STAINS on 

ALTERNATE TENTACLES so 

STOUT they spider web the hull of the vessel and pitch it skyward to bake in a flash of chaos and collision internally only 

To touch unceremoniously cracking in half 

SAFE

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Zac Dunn is a psycho-social mechanic, father, musician and dreamer. Check out his music and follow him on Twitter | Instagram | Tumblr.

Check out Zac’s September install, The Lonesome Pigeon, in case you missed it, or head to our Explore section to see more of his work.