2014年07月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 116th. week an addendum

To operate her smartphone, of a woman who has a slight stoop, a hand catch her shoulder and shaking.
A babe in arms, for three days to have hung from the ceiling, Uncle Jam does. Or a babe brought up by blood, for three days to have hung from the ceiling, Uncle Jam does.
To being devour mushrooms, color of her cheek is, blue as mold.
Than sounds of thunders, to bring the noises lauder, because their test period is over.
Raining it has never stopped, with a skull on my knees, to talk to myself.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 116th. week vol. 2

The times stars are fallin’, to see the back of a prayer, being beyond embarrassing.
Already, I might be dead, in someone’s dream. Or, already, those who might be dead, someone dreams.
Having dull headache in this morning, to go down on my hands and knees, Etenraku I hear.
At Tanabata the Star Festival on the seventh night of July, because dawn has not come yet, to say adieu. Or, at Tanabata the Star Festival on the seventh night of July, not to get tired of living this era, to love you for killing time.
The end of the days come, to live in your free, a woman cries.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 116th. week vol. 1

Before morning comes, three moons rising, of this planet.
To flush a toilet, a flog in it, moanin' to croak.
A homeless, pick a sea snail, and make it his home. Or, a homeless, pick a sea snail, where he regards as his house at.
Of who staggers, to trace the face of an woman, day after day.Or, of who has an affair, to trace the face of an woman, day after day.
Tits what is, to say it, how glad to me. Or, with tits, to get into my mouth, how glad to me.

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2014年07月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 115th. week an addendum

With my hug pillow, going to and fro, staying outside of a mosquito net. Or, with my hug pillow, going to and fro, to be out of the loop at last.
Your sweat runs, Only there to be burned by the sun, in bob cut you are.
On unglazed cups, trying to fill with sake, to make it wet. Or, on her shaved, trying to fill with sake, to make wet there.
A bill collector, to ring three times always, and try again.
An ant runs and runs away, in the black shadow of the convex lens.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 115th. week

In this night some cats moaning, blue flame turning on, a pan with a handle for cooking noodles.
An elopement from, just to say nothing and see, the Plow does.
By red pen the figure drawn, to be symmetrical about the line, to get 80 marks.
On a blackboard, by tally marks to fill in the blanks, here’s a first one for number of deaths
To get cracked, on a triangle, three hair grow.

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2014年06月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 114th. week vol. 3

On a forked road, carrying you on my back and following, your armpit at last.
Born in Tosa she was, to look up and hold her tight, a rokurokubi because of.
For standing on tiptoe, of a freeze-dried tofu, how feel your feet on.
With tan lines like strings, on around her navel, heavily to pour soy sauce.
To banish a sinner, by stones thrown, at the edge of the bridge.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 114th. week vol. 2

By one drop, kinkan antihistamine applied, too hot it is. Or, by one drop, for painting a crown gold, too hot it is.
Only for you, no sooner are the words out of your mouth, under untrue. Or, only for you, no sooner are the words out of your mouth, a tongue tells a lie.
On Sunday, more gloomy than night, it rains.
Who hold a swan, a woman doesn’t find out, Leda it is.
“One more a minute”, to die in a microwave, Kyoko no. 14. Or, “One more a minute”, on today to die in a microwave, a child age 14.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 114th. week vol. 1

On the bath, to come out and be warped, a giant centipede does. Or, on the bath, to creep and be warped, a giant centipede does.
On your face, sweat semen, and odor of the old.
Appraisal of men, to stand in line, two cockheads there are.
To be left being bitten, to ask where she will go, in the deep throat. Or, about my biting mother, to ask where she will go, in the deep throat.
Three days ago, of a raking rake, to have dreamed a dream.

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2014年06月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 113th. week vol. 2

To hold you, loose hair on your ass, keeping not to pluck.
On this August, okiagari-koboshi a self-righting dharma doll featuring JSDF Japan Self-Defense Forces, standing.
In order to enjoy the cool, blue mold is walking at high noon under sunshine.
It’s your choice, this summer will come when you lose, or the summer when we had lost comes.
What to give a shuffle, dad mom grandpa or grandma, for your credit-card loan.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 113th. week vol. 1

A vendor selling soba at night calling, red green and white, three primary colors for mahjong.
On a white chair, yellow tracks are there.
On a holiday, not to put underwear, feeling like under restless.
Of dark blue cotton cloth, to try to follow the outline, closing to the edge of the sun.
On repeating what ordered by, being at a loose end, several tens of minutes it take.

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2014年06月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 112th. week vol. 2

Tracks something dragged, to be frightened, a dog snarls to the sky.
To thunders, a prostitute have thrown away, a bough of rose.
Into the forbidden zone, only left hand runs. Or, into the forbidden zone, only left wing runs.
At a white line on the platform, a clothes is there, ex-girlfriend had used to wear.
At a pool of puke, to flap their wings, white doves do.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 112th. week vol. 1

To be knocked out, as a bug creeping on earth, a sight I get to see.
Through downpipes on my house, feeling kind of faint, by low-pressure. Or, at a part of downpipes, feeling kind of faint, a low-pressure is cast ashore.
By unanimously, on right arms held up, the tops of their fingers.
To be exposed to the rain, and undergo necrosis, the doomsday comes.
To get back their younger days, two old men into the orgone box. Or, to hire bitches, , two old men into the orgone box.

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2014年06月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 111th. week an addendum

To pretend not to see, to wet it, on removing her stray hairs.
From the other side of the river Lethe, heartbeats through the noise, Sister Ray said.
More than my tits doing, to be trembling harder, your hand.
Down to the abyss, on right side of the front wheels, falls fell and fallen.
To eat her, and be chipped, a block of tofu served cold there is.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 111th. week vol. 2

In the heat of the night on rainy season, from the room next to mine, a pillow talk I hear.
An icebox, to have something up his sleeve, is thrilled with ecstasy. Or, an ice box, something in it, is suffering.
On a sketchbook for a child, to be drawn down, a body suicide by hanging.
To be put to my shifts, like a monkey toy, by spring action.
Glad to have being living in the same times with, and attend a funeral with sorrow.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 111th. week vol. 1

A dishwasher, rouge on a glass, licking softly.
As a one of the suspects, a child to take part in, be listed up.
A hand on his microphone, symbolisme for his crucifixion, Jim Morison was.
Not to be my real intention, by a person’s expression, in the summer in my love. Or, not to be my real intention, by a person’s expression, harry up summer to come.
Godzilla howles, to be rotten and be withered, rainy at the night of May.

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2014年05月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 110th. week an addendum

Attacked by a stone, chirping like an fly, under the bridge. Or, attacked by a stone, chirping like an fly, under chopsticks.
This wall gets wet, lies come off, to prop them up this is why I stay here.
At this side of the Sanzu River, on the top of the mountain last year, a stone for building cairn there is.
On a white flower, asymmetry wings a butterfly has, to suck nectar from.
A shirachigo, a pupil for Inugami, to write something down just for fun, impure it becomes.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days,the 110th. week vol. 2

Smell from under her arm, to open the mirrors of her dressing table, four quads in there.
At the first time, to have experienced the terrible, to get hooked on this.
Princess Uriko born in a melon, to be lost her heart in love, shaved ice eaton. Or, princess Uriko born in a melon, to ought to be taken by force, shaved ice eaton.
In the scene of breaking her cherry, on the stage to mark where they should stand, the serpent under the sunshine like a spotlight. Or, in the scene of breaking her cherry, on the stage to mark where they should stand, a heavy drinker bathing in the sun like a spotlight.
Two razors, fixed by three fingers, to sign on.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 110th. week vol. 1

An anile a toothless woman, smiling in glee, on this December.
Farewell words, sometimes to write and elide, days in my life.
At 5 pm, to miss a money offering, it looks like singing “Minnie The Moocher” to look for.
For changeling, to our final abode, cuckoo comes.
A spoon, syringes, and a gas hob don’t you need?

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2014年05月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 109th. week vol. 2

Poppies has died, no one who should be evoked, only an magick circle are left.
To grip a bone tightly, to forget and see this scene, when we are apes.
Be in an ecstasy by india ink, to see it again, in brilliant coloring psychedelically.
12 colored pencils with her, only the flesh‐colored, shorten has been.
Along this road, to forget to sing his songs, how about a canary what we should do.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 109th. week vol.1

Beaver beaver, licking the bodies, wind blows to shine.
The Sun goes down, with an aborted, playing red rover.
At the tower in Mt. Kunlun, to climb and see, an ogre the lonely.
Against god of thunder, for battle flags, a bib for him.
Sinking in my bed, my mobile phone has thrown, on early time in my business.

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