2024年11月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 675th. week

Having big breasts, with shaved head, growing armpit hair.
Lied to you, confessing each other, two of monks there.
Under her brushwood, raising the head, a serpent you are.
In the back of the road, at the farthest there is, the pediatric ward.
Being in her blubber, through the glass, with contorted face.

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2024年11月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 674th. week

Lucking my knowledge, three instead of, trying to have hair transplantation.
By lupe, only downy hairs on her skin, attracting my attention.
On up wind, only fine-sounding things, having been placed.
The next morning comes, on purpose leaving here, her earring.
Of this manhole, the cover on the other side, the beach blossom spring could have waited for.

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2024年11月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 673rd. week

In the middle of the day, tip of a icicle also, paint it in red. Or, in the middle of the day, tip of a icicle also, getting wet in red.
The cyclopean eye, waiting for him, at the colosseum.
With white wax skin, just before last train, you I meet.
A woodlouse, you as is, staying there. Or, a woodlouse, you as is, be still the same.
At the riverside of the milk way, grabbing his fishing rod, the skull-head there,

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2024年10月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 672nd. week

Only the head, beyond the dream I dreamed, laughing at.
The roof creaking, of a woman playing her cello, like the scapula.
At the corner with house plants, made left their seats, the secretary there.
A boy rejected by them, a stone stuck in a rut, who give a long look.
A day for sun-drying, shirts of the guardian, hung on inside out also.

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2024年10月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 671st. week

The suspects, also selling, at the marche aux puces. Or, the suspects, being also sold, at the marche aux puces.
After thousand years, at half awake, a mummy gets out of.
At my backyard, according to their self-declarations, two of virgins wait.
On the ice, who dancing, the Fuhrer on elapsed days is.
Of dogs for food, left them decay, in front of a fun. Or, of dogs for food, left them decay, rotating like a fun.

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2024年10月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 670th. week

Come on my boy, to your elder brother you killed, let's kiss.
For my grandchild, commonly used words, preparing a set of.
It cleared up, behind the shopkeeper of a barber shop, his blood on the red track.
A clot, a black kite drawing a circle in the sky, has seen.
Through a glass window, with a country girl, a modern-boy there.

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2024年10月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the the 669th. week

On the batten, one of the horse-headed, knitting his shoes.
With a blurred vision by blood, in the very back, a dressing room there.
In the morning of tomorrow, one of the men I met on today, falling down.
Before going to sleep, of the guide, trying to mimic.
Of the fuhrer, a woman in black leather, getting stuffy and sweat.

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2024年10月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 668th. week

For the sniper, for three days and two nights, getting tired of waiting.
At the polling place, the face I once saw, of a snake woman.
By bobbing up my father, dropping the plate accidentally, of pasta.
A raven flied away, with his back getting a sunburn, a scarecrow stays.
That I lost, a right pinky is, in a box.

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2024年09月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 667th. week

Smoking out mosquitoes, by spiral galaxy as a fan, for cool out.
With the exact same name, by a girl to make love, soothing it.
Into the keystone, to corner an intruder, a cat stays.
In evening shower, caught though, sticking out its tongue.
The kite I flied, on the other side of the river, by children done.

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2024年09月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 666th. week

On his going home, a total stranger, taking bath.
A borrowing dog, by curtains in this night, shuddered.
A medical practitioner, on the grave dug to open, licking her blood.
Continuing chorus of cicadas, I feel on my back, the stress of her tummy. Or, continuing chorus of cicadas, I feel on my back, her tempereture.
In led colour, beyond the sludge, happiness waiting I heard.

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2024年09月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 665th. week

By the provincial performance, provoked laughter suddenly, on the scene of crucifixion.
Wind slimes and, a snake wriggling, on the wife's tummy.
Toward daybreak, glowing in the sun, to spit vomit.
By firing a banger, to aim, my space travel.
Of the bridegroom, digging a ditch, drown his sorrows.

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2024年09月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 664th. week

Detained, to worry about, feeding my dog.
After his inspection, at the back of the lavatory, a bunch of keys there.
The born in Kochi, taking the lead, to try her skill.
Of a doll, floating on stagnant water, in her dream. Or a doll dreams, floating on stagnant water, in her dream.
At the riverside, lining up your shoes, I sketch.

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2024年08月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 663rd. week

A calm in winter, floating buoyantly, only a space suit is.
At the bottom of a cliff, the uneven bars, shaken by.
With Miss, drinking as her end-stage, I dated though.
On my way back, of the next door, window for prostitution I look.
At a dead track, admire to suck, the apple flavour.

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2024年08月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 662nd. week

A giant tortoise, because unavoidable, The car has destroyed.
In the detention, after strinking his attitude, the pickpocket goes to sleep.
At his crime act, gazing and laughing, Otahuku Masque is there.
On the end of the month, the dinner in the snow, the dead visits, too.
On the noon clearing up, of the newt, patting his stomach. Or, Though a leeches swelling up, of the newt, patting his stomach.

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2024年08月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 661st. week

With a stray dog, two of the drunken, walking staggeringly.
On his bicycle, covering his eyes by the hood, an amanojaku the yokai is. Or, on his bicycle, covering his eyes by the hood, an perverse is.
Wind shine, on the desert island, a charred body still there.
With a butterfly net, over there to see, what is. Or, beyond a butterfly net, over there to see, what is.
In brilliant colouring, on the sky, a black hole grows.

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2024年08月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 660th. week

On the pathetic scene, a burp by the cat, the curtain comes down.
Done a moonlight flit, for a bear left behind, fed on.
At the confessional, to know sort of her truth, I don't wanna. Or, in National Diet, to know sort of her truth, I don't wanna.
Towards to the womb, led by ants, a dream I dreamed.
Of the shaman, weeping on his back, is a homunculus. Or, of the shaman, weeping on his back, a homunculus tattoo there.

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2024年07月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 659th. week

Of a excellent person, on the middle o his forehead, a small red hole is.
Ohmus hear, by the woman in the dunes, panting voices.
A child drawing on, for a blackmail, wasted papers.
Rice from my meager earnings, on rinsing three times, cut my finger.
With the pale face, in the emergency vehicle, you here.

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2024年07月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 658th. week

On the cast-iron pan, melting your light arm, to turn over for.
Where close to each other, the place hiding a cadaver, on the pile of straw.
On the official bulletin board, singing, a cuckoo is.
Come to an end, who just remaind, a girl alone.
Crawling up on her knees, a maid attending through the night, fart smells.

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2024年07月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 657th. week

A kuroko with though, Standing alone, outside of the night.
At the foot of a bridge, bending herself forward, not to confess a love.
Under the tower, how many are there, good-for-nothings looking up.
Imitating the behavior of her elder sister, playing a love game, twelve years old she is.
Along the route of the railway, offerings of the flowers swaying, every five minutes.

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2024年07月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 656th. week

Hard to believe it is, of the person from the another planet, by rheumy eyes though.
The Spaceless teacher of haiku, compered with, (the odds are against him).
His revenge, having been left not to take, the second summer has already come.
On the passenger seat in my car, for the woman combing her hair, the mirror it is. Or, on the passenger seat in my car, for the woman combing her hair, she is the embodiment of.
Getting drenched, by lost of his umbrella, a transcender is.

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