another work I', thinking about putting in my portfolio, and it should be noted that this wea meant to be read as if someone is talking to you, kind of trying to point out something on the horizon. Also it's about a person and not the ocean.
The East India Trading Co. By Max Raden
At precisely seven twenty-one this morning, while watching the ocean
There
No. Not there.
There, yes, right there.
Do you see it?
A sort of sleek bengal cat... no.
More like a sunny sunday thunderstorm that doesn't wear shoes
Perhaps followed by a wonderful night, playful and sagacious...
What? Are you sure you don't see it?... It's right there.
Mahogany skin and purple silk full of sea water, promising fair tides and good happenstance,
Just right for sailing in those turquoise seas and getting lost in the emerald crescent on the left.
You still don't see it? Well she does have double vision in that eye.
Wry smiles and serene laughter like a lotus blossoming in frozen fire.
touching the shore only for a second before retreating into the sky and crashing waves.
I'm telling you it's right there.
Eclectic, erratic, and erotic, like a once graceful serpent swimming through hard liquor.
Always at death's door and life's stoop, fearless, peerless, and tearless.
It's right there, that mahogany skin and purple silk full of sea water.
