Cinquain Train

Of school I had no need. I was too smart for such useless and unfulfilling crap I thought Too soon two many words to far from the center of a cinquain going down hill 2 fast. You kiss with iron hot lips. You touch; ice cold fingers. You love; the heart of a river flooding. Night , day light, dark, hot, cold don’t matter to a blind pig, he just stands by the feed trough waiting. I wait with a flat tire on the side of the road and sing a little song, to kill the time. Pinch you? I did not –pinch! I only felt of your fat, hanging, drooping below your beltline. Traffic will never be the death of me, even traffic will die with these high gas prices.