Bolts N Ice Cream

Catchy, don't ya think?

Imagine a bin filled with various nuts and bolts,

assorted screws and nails

even some pieces of old string...

Now, imagine a hot day and carrying a vanilla ice cream cone

sugary

sweet

In one hand, the cool treat, the other hand, rummaging in search of a bolt to fit a hole

only

the cone succumbs to gravity...

Gooey cold on metal warmed by the day

the air filled with profanity at the loss of order and reason

Now imagine hours later.

No hands, no life, nothing left but dried dairy, rusting bolts, and a black fly interested in something to eat.