Thinkin' again

I watched in fascination the other afternoon as the various flavors of ice cream from my rapidly melting Rainbow Cone slowly spilt over their less than adequate waffle shell, the multi-colored dairy streaming down my calloused and sun burnt hands in some sort of twisted Norman Rockwell adaptation. It was a moment that gave me pause; in truth I did find myself weighing the pros and cons of licking the sticky-sweet-ice-cream-soup off my fingers while a not-too-thin layer of diesel fuel and motor oil lurked beneath, but I also felt it served as a halfway decent metaphor for life. Some vague notions of a delicate balance between the tangy orange sherbet or sweet strawberry ice cream and the carcinogens I would inevitably ingest along with them seemed so poetic. Of course, after so many consecutive hours under a scorching Chicago summer sun I was probably thinking things only individuals under the influence of mind altering hallucinogens would find rational. Anyways, it was just a thought.