Bottled Evolution

a warm summer day seen a sea-scene of rolling glass a boat and passengers sun and sunglasses fishing rods and cameras out for a peaceful cruse when tide and a storm far away made a rogue wave that nearly split the boat in two on the bottom an octopus rode the same tide like an escalator with an eye for food and shelter a cooler filled with bottles slid off a splintered deck then sunk and tumbled in turbulence out came a 40 ounce bottle of Jack Daniel’s within reach of the octopus who grabbed it for shelter bottles can be carried but a stopper was a stopper hours twisting turning in his arms until the stopper in his mouth came out too fast he downed half the bottle and it felt good really good great then he opened up finished it off then in a drunken day dream left the tide stream like a balloon loosing air flying here and there seven arms made a super propeller and one a tiller twenty then thirty to fifty miles an hour passed a speed boat near the beach rolled a dust-devil from white sands eight arm super sprinter that cleared a volley ball net landed on a beach-bar seat slammed one arm on the bar said I’m looking the two-arm that ate my paw and give me a JD on the rocks