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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2024年07月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 655th. week

A child of the cats, Of Jordan River, at the riverside waiting for. Or, a child of the cats, Jordan is, at the riverside waiting for.
Of a night soil man, by the towel wiping his face, strangling.
Behind your behind for danger, of the who raising his voice, his behind someone stands.
Three days later, from the deceased, a postcard I received.
At the festival in this summer, a crazed fruit from, having been plucking from.

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2024年06月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 654th. week

In the solitary island far off in the ocean, at the work-site, it's a man's man's man's world moreover.
Of the dental technician, his fingers shaking, and never stop.
Pretending to be drunk, turning a def ear, his confession of love affair.
Chipping his deba bocho, in the spur pf the moment, fling away.
Pieces of propaganda handbills, dancing in the wind, act in the terror in the morning.

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2024年06月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 653rd. week

With brown skin, on the back of a maiden, pus oozing out.
In my sickroom, to see the moon rising, in a foreign country I there.
To be ditched, being confessed by him, and badgered.
To dry in the shade, a stain on her swimsuit, on the last summer.
Our commandant, making him the lead, and died for nothing.

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2024年06月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 652nd. week

A fatal wound by him though, the mother insists, the ricochet it was.
In the political situation, to disfavor, as playing a trump card.
Talking impudently, to her daughter's place, putting on lipstick in black.
An ice bag on my head, raising from his early age, Adam in there.
At the lighting rod, spilled beside there, belly button lints.

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2024年06月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 651st. week

At Calvariae Locus, a few of scarecrows, standing decay.
A red line drawn I find, here, a woman killed.
Spiting blood, ringing lyrical, by a billystick.
Across the level crossing, waiting for, a kamaitachi is. Or, across the level crossing, waiting for, cut in the skin by whirlwind.
Demobilizing, the one-legged, the night he dances.

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2024年05月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 650th. week

The night of battering, like butterflies, they falls.
The lady, with a bird bandit, on her shaking coach.
On her mammary gland, a towel not fully dried, put.
Of Kaiju, getting a sniff, to Fuji Five Lakes I go.
How cute, to me in the cage, she says.

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2024年05月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 649th. week

After the show, by frozen-frame, confessing his feelings.
An otter, holding a lantern with his hand, sheltering from the rain.
Before their performance, beside the fountain, to clean out mud the dutch.
By my escalation petition, fanning the nape of his neck, on the beginning of the rainy season.
A dagger, having touched silently, on the back of her neck.

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2024年05月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 648th. week vol. 2

Only for today, on a door panel, for four sitting.
Rhetoric phrases, for doing the same things as the previous, eating their own lunch.
Falling for the battle, the witch getting, on the broom star.
On the schoolyard, searched by the stagehand, a sling there.
A butterfly leaves, smelling from the edge of her armpit, of honey of the secretary. Or, a butterfly leaves, smelling from the edge of her armpit, of honey of the secret zone.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 648th. week vol. 1

Skeletal her, of a time-traveller, in his embraces.
Playing hide-and-seek, the seeker in the next, the alien will become.
In the doll house, five of the coffins, lining up.
The caterers, putting up a front, for the party conference.
Just married couple even, two of their each stepchildren, getting into trouble.

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2024年05月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 647th. week

More important than to conquer the planet, sleeping around, for the aliens.
Saying the seven, with the entry of her baby-to-be, the eighth sin he commits.
On the stretcher when I raid, the daughter I saw, she was also smilar to me.
That intelligent woman, I have outwitted, and forestalled her.
As silverware for him, a forklift and an excavator, put on his table.

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