Went to a lake

Went to the lake. Saw a snake digesting a fish. Craved salmon. Ate canned salmon. Smoked a cigarette, dare not to throw into the lake. Potential explosions. Drank lake water. Shat lake water and dried my innards in observance of a carcass beach: a catfish meowing at the sun, or perhaps gasping, a seagull settling for a lake. Coors light bottle in my foot. My feet are drunk. The boats observe restraint at the extent of their motors. Motorists observe restraint and at least put the gas cap back on. My upper arms are safe, my shirt is me. Should women see, they would cry out to their friendly women: behold, a man unfamiliar. Wieners and buns, condiments relish their likenesses, and my form knows all the better.

Went to a lake to find out what all the gossip was about. Turns out that its just water. There is a beach and the bottom might be rocks but it might be much finer rock. Skiing is usually acceptable. Brought a cowboy hat just in case someone had a camera. Brought a beer just in case a woman sat on my lap. I did many crunches with everything to show for it. Filled out my will with the lake in mind. Left my unborn son a boatless pier. Its not for sale.

Went to a lake and ate with family amungst the sun, as all lions did and some now do, yawning at hunger- It bores us- shade is the reservoirs unshaved forest. I am in El Dorado at its lake. We observe dry land, full. We are six feet deep and wild with current. Legs the blessed paddle, and spank the surface, it white with anger at us, who wouldn’t swim to eat if eating meant drowning and drowning meant an afterlife dragging guilt: land could not be solid, because at this lake we are tired of the slow tread, and now we dive through dirt, home, hungry with wet trunks and a remarkable thirst.