2013年03月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 48th. week Histoire de l'Oeil

Of the matador, yellow teardrops, with scum in her pussy an eye-ball.
The last time I saw, his fingers of my lover, an eye-ball in crimson.
The dream have been dreamed it is said, the mouth lost the words to speak, in the sky an eye-ball.
The one had gone, the rest carried a coffin, three eye-balls did.
After taking a bath, tepid water in his rice bowl was left, drink it drink an eye-ball.

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