Solitary

handbehindhead

My smile sits curdling

In vehement neglect

Wicked eremite

Indulging imperfection

Violent against facade

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I’m a pack-less beast,

Loyal to secrets and souls

But irascible

Within the fabrications

Of an elitist cabal

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I prefer my pen

To company and dialogue

Journals to teacups

Words that on reflection

Discern without revising

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You lie underneath

The lens of my hexed right eye

A stigma within

An oversight replaying

Prophetically without

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The picture is me I was holding my hair back because it was swallowing the picture I looked like a moon being devoured by tentacles with it down lol This picture came out okay, I can’t tell you how often I look genuinely deformed in photographs.  Some tanka revealing some of my less desirable attributes!