2019年10月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 369th. week

For my complaining wife, lucky for me, raining It's.
To stop raining, same as numbers of wooden door panels, they'll die.
Of the prostitute, of the bleached cotton cloth around her body, the edge is here.
Of an owl, at the deep inside of its eyes, feeling deflated.
After the end of a show, a sword drawn, in the bottom of night.

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2019年10月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 368th. week

In red getting wet, after having gagged, on her gagging.
Something like my repentance, being sore in yellow, and hanging down on me.
On the lunch box, untieing the string, in which someone's head.
At the morgue, on today I meet again, a stranger there are.
A maid waiting for, the lost key is, to turn out just as she wished.

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2019年09月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 367th. week

For his reward, a monkey shaved the face, a persimmon to.
With innocently smile, the enemy unseen, in front of you.
He says if so, the chair pulled out, on the carpet in scarlet.
A big eater, to make him fall silent only, blinding arms behind the back.
The chair creaks, to step on its pedal, a pianist will.

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2019年09月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 366th. week

In dusk, people reflected in mirrors, how many there are.
On a standing signboard, making a sound, drizzling rain in evening.
To a chair made of black-died leather, clinging, a tree flog is.
The party's over, going on the cars in the line, for sucking blood.
An assassin comes, until the day we meet again, pleading for my life.

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2019年09月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 364th. week

Under the red sky, a broken piece stings on her eye, a day shining.
For one-sided love, by making their mistakes, two old man are.
For watching the match, to conspire, with his wife.
Of her former self, no more than a shadow, a witch is.
In the thunderstorm night, rotating her wheels, making wicked.

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2019年08月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 363rd. week

"Nice to meet you" she said, a woman has no face, offering your hand.
Of four sisters, the failure of one, hinamatsuri for.
Before moving from, a wife of the landlord, sleeping with.
Against his compound eyes, her voices standing out, I hear.
A gate refusing to open, of a woman beating it, bones shows through.

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2019年08月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 362nd. week

Into tragedy, like Inviting, the rain gets harder.
In the triangular bandage, hiding them, sucking a candy.
She laughing though, under eyebrows, a scratching in red.
At the bottom of a ravine, by a person behind me, whispered.
Her brain also, to visualize because of, goes mad she.

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2019年08月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 361st. week

Taking advantage of his position, between the eyebrows, an ogre crossing.
After evening, finished my nap, at bedtime having a drink.
For firelighter, a finger of the mummy, everything is all right.
My elder sister and her child, dragging a rake, and missing.
Of the man, understanding his fragility, a cigarette I smoke.

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2019年08月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 360th. week

A demobilized soldier, putting on the shelf, only a head.
Curtain-up for the life, she assumed, because.
A tail I get, before I know, becoming a snake also.
In a vacancy, bitting my butt, behind of the snoop.
With his belly uncovered, only on a boardwalk, it's all right.

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2019年07月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 359th. week

Also the puppeteer, his fingers shake, a story told by.
On iron rust, sprinkling sugar, taste of woman's honey it's like.
Feeling refreshed because of, I'll throw in your coffin, the tuft of hair.
After her bathing, a pair of chopsticks in red, wearing on her hear.
Of her profile, the other side, don't try to see.

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2019年07月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 358th. week

Drawing ruled lines, how many, only get figures of cows.
On her tender skin, like coiling itself, to try to set.
Not by m, by E a capital letter, scratch me.
Concentric circles, moving a little to, making patterns by sweeping. Or, concentric circles, moving a little to, making patterns by spitting.
To a jug, pouring water, boiling water.

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2019年07月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 357th. week

To insert my finger into, cotton wadding like bowel, my pillow held.
Knocking on a door I heard, on Sunday morning, at 9 am.
Binding her hands behind, a woman holding a gun, the silencer.
Even for his dearest wish, abandoned halfway through, castrated he was.
Drawing hisself up though, by broken the clockwork of, his right artificial hands is.

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2019年07月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 356th. week

After drawing death, branching into three, a boat made of cucumber.
Also a bird skewed, to fly, under the blue moon.
Of six colours, buying crayons, twelve colours she gets.
Because of unjustified, her eye balls and double tooth, made be uncovered.
A body donation, aimless to waiting, the doctor has.

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2019年07月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 355th. week

Stretching out on, to call on the phone, serious situation for talking about.
With the young lady, each time visiting, different sofa we sit.
To admire, the time for waiting has passed, about you coming across my mind.
Blowed out which was, grouping the brain, looking for his dreams.
For a straw rope, on her face of the sacrifice, with a smile.

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2019年06月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 354th. week

To cock your ears, whose over there, the eyebrows I praise.
At the next room, by the pillow talk, to shut my book.
A day alone, said to hang out washing, also raining waiting.
With a kitten, bits of glass, to bury on the wall.
Casting down her eyes furthermore, pretending to classify the peas, on chahan.

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2019年06月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 353rd. week

Feeling intimidated, in her room, resin like dirt still there.
Funamushi, a woman in Nanso Satomi Hakkenden, staring below, a tree frog is. Or, a sea roach, staring below, a tree frog is.
Of the children, handles of their bags, something strange tangled up.
To slip into obscurity, under the bed sheets, red string of fate.
His late mother, instead of his father, a stone to set. Or, his late mother, instead of her breast‐fed, a stone to set.

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2019年06月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 352nd. week

For silently at a meeting, to sit and line up, and cut in four. Or, necks of gooses, to set and line up, and cut in four.
Spilled coffee, after three days, have gotten a stain. Or, spilled coffee, at third day, to became late.
At rise of the moon, one of the glasses, in a room for confining him.
Calling a kitty, at front edge of entranceway floor, to put a recorder.
Lower abdomen, drops of her milk, a few on.

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2019年06月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 351st. week

Blue hairs, lower than my waste, tearing out.
Before bathing, hiding her mammaries, a one-armed woman.
Because of you are, come to kill me, no matter how you will.
Even if babies, awake and scare, at the dawn.
No matter it does, also insects which crawling on the grounds, tagger I'm here in the sound of clap.

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2019年05月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 350th. week

About murderous intent, so little he says, drawing a circle.
After her bath, split finely into hers, simmering in cream for.
Licking fingers, as of the end of, on also today he says.
Me all of them, Pointing towards and laughing, in the summer garage.
That woman, hidden her own arm, to be at loss.

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2019年05月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 349th. week

On fringes of the hair, red dying my hair, free time I have.
A black curtain, darker furthermore to be, It's a fine day in May.
The plate for a kamaboko, two dry cells, to make incorporate on.
On raising my eye's, at a crosspiece of in the restroom stall, Bleeding in black.
On e.o.m., quite empty, ten graves are. Or, on e.o.m., quite empty, graves for free.

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