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