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.
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