Connie Pachecho Poet Rhyme

Since She Left Me

Since she left me 


Life's been a croc
And what pushes a dial
Are her red ants that taunt
... and at who's picnic do they smile

I hate of their bodies of march
L'il reds punishing me to no end
In this, my voice is parch
Yet words are penned

I write of her ... til my ashes
A pastoral of words
In my head they clash
Her tales, I cut with swords

She fights with closed eyes
Besmirching my aim
There were no goodbyes
Only sad ones in this game

I muse her swishing tail
And body of armor
Skimming the surface veil
And fending off my charmer

I tried to dial
And was met by more of her croc
Her red ants a smile
At the phantom key to her lock

Off to the sunset I see her tale
Swishing in my mind
I hope with the wind in her sails
e'er comes to book ...
            it will be one of a kind

connie pachecho

3/12/17

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