Michael Zone- A Poem

The Kraken's Eye

the kraken lies beneath the sea

stalking prehistoric prey

with an aquatic eye

eons ago

it’s pretty much the same today

great are the myths

I walk the apartment complex at night

listening for sex

later to sit in my living room

in darkness

with sweetened tea in my lap

assembling fragments

 in the sweetness of being

(love’s labor lost, reminisces of desire, imaginary lusts for fulfilled)

the kraken emerges from his cave

attacking merchant ships, pirate ships, cruise liners

the menace from beneath the sea

thought extinct

flat on my back

staring at an off-white ceiling

Being? Being, what? Being in time? Being, just to be?

Or how about just being fucked?

tentacles don’t discriminate

especially when fifty feet wide

rending beings of all: class, creeds, races and species

limb from limb

billions of years and the kraken hasn’t changed

all that much

just under four decades…

I’m depleted

(bound, chewed up and hammered)

I pick up a bottle at the liquor store

the kraken’s eye acknowledges me

Michael Zone is the author of Fellow Passengers: Public Transit Poetry, Meditations & Musings and Better than the Movies: 4 Screenplays. His work has been featured in 616-Zine, Triadae Magazine and The Voices Project. He lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan with his cat.