Thursday, January 27, 2005
This heat turns my will into steam,
empty, fleeting, then gone
I want to
found my old ring holder,
Bought it at a $2 store on Smith St.
I have only ever owned one ring
and I don't wear that one anymore
But this ring holder is more of a statement maker
than a mere servant to anybody.
it may be hot as hell
& the phone aint ringing
& your watermelon went bad
& the bar is too far to walk to in cowboy boots
& you cant afford a bike until you sell your stupid car
but I'm here to hold rings
& even when I'm not doing that
I'm still foxier than drew barrymore's pubic hair
and that aint bad.