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
Copyright © Dc Bursey | Year Posted 2017
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