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.
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