The Lake Drunk

Damn those remorseless worms. They build a nest in the bottom of the bottle and pretend to be egregious agave. They drink it down as if they could live in the stuff.

‘They dangle from the rock,’ she said. ‘They think of everything.’

‘All they think of is dirt,’ he said. What you leave is what you come back to.

The shadows grow longer. The leaves that could blow in the high hills are left to shatter like old plate glass, convinced that they reflect nothing.

Two shadow poets climbed out on to the slate quarry that backed up on to the lake. They poured some tequila on the rocks.

Was this the blessing or was the lake just drunk?

They liked to give the slate roses and wine, these poets, and pieces of dark chocolate, and they will, nay, may, recite their poems—their poems as tears.

Poetry dwells in deep, deceptive places. In a drunk lake, for instance. Or in a final landscape. In the final breath of life.

Poetry dwells between Tequla and salt, they  thought.

Tipsy as a sandbar.

Published by extrasimile

define: extra: excess, more than is needed, required or desired; something additional of the same kind. define: simile: a simile is a type of figurative language, language that does not mean exactly what it says, that makes a comparison between two otherwise unalike objects or ideas by connecting them with the words “like” or “as.” The reader can see a similar connection with the verbs resemble, compare and liken. Similes allow an author to emphasize a certain characteristic of an object by comparing that object to an unrelated object that is an example of that characteristic. define: extra: an minor actor in a crowd scene

3 thoughts on “The Lake Drunk

  1. Thanks Tom. It’s funny. No one got this’ ‘poem’ except you. I wrote it l did after reading an old Donald Barthelme story. He was a wonderful writer. And died way to young.

  2. Holy macaroni, Jim. I read this and almost lost my lunch. This is truly a wonderful, wonderful poem. The cleverness is absolutely delightful. Poets feeding a lake tequila and getting it drunk! Poetry does dwell in deceptive places! Wonderbar!

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