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The Lion Sleeps Tonight

2019年02月13日

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

At the veranda, his wife combing her hair, to be obsessed.
Getting off the bus after, for being pressed for time, to get a taxi. Or, getting off the bus after, for sticking fire in my ass, to get a taxi.
The good-natured old man, on his hypocrisy, to prepare hisself for. Or, the good-natured old man, on his hypocrisy, to lay his belly.
To purse up her lips, like a bough of willow, correcting her eyebrows.
By the doll, leaving myself to be invited, the days walking with.

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2019年02月06日

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

To hold your fire, his expression saying, looks like to make me buy.
Flying the kite, too late now it's, a reef knot had done.
A young bride, eggs beaten, two blood drops on.
Be scared of, by his wing, under the shadow of.
Her visage used to be, feigning ignorance, and fallin' to love.

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2019年01月30日

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

This is you, in the rectangle, five-digit number is.
Even its colour is black, a button tore off, riding a parent's coat-tails.
On a rainy day, a woman with leeches, black hair's glowing.
In front of the bedroom, the three are, stay and standing.
In such a situation, also sitting on the floor grasping one's knees, not knowing how.

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2019年01月23日

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

Narcissus, to make lie down, lights on the horizon appear.
Against keyboards, to set itself up, red plates.
Though acting arrogantly, showing his belly, like a drone.
A big kite, acting groveling, over the clouds. Or, a big octopus, acting groveling, over the clouds.
In your room, listening to the song, how many more times are left.

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2019年01月16日

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

The flowings, on crossing, broken.
Bleeding in sweet, my wife lay down with, mouth‐watering.
My elder brother has gone, a splint to fold in two, the day comes.
That's a lie, who tell that, a black dog.
Taking a nap, the scissors fallin', for giving him a warming.

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2019年01月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 350th. week vol. 2

On the velvet, downy glows, shining gold. Or, on the velvet, downy grows, shining gold.
To bring a smile, in the mirror, hanging herself. Or, to bring a smile, in the mirror, falling down her head.
Like having worms, to eat soba, how noisy it's.
A purse in red, saying may it please your honour, holding out his hand on.
Though culpable it is, on the ring of Saturn, a rainbow comes.

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2019年01月02日

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

At the shore swaying, broken lights, the cat licks.
Late coming spring, three corpses, where they go.
One two three, more than numbers of rice cakes, age teaches wisdom.
On one sleeve, by a bleeding, remains of.
At a loss for words, for a makeshift, the moon in the shadow I see.

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2018年12月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 348th. week

To come across my wife, my tongue should have bit, a few and more.
On the curb, complaining of his, twenty years old already.
At every end of the month, with obituary gifts, going on a pub crawl.
Her doll, turning it's upside down to hold, a imp smiles.
The butt of an elephant, corpus over there, some viscera are.

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2018年12月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 347th. week

The moon laughing a ringing laugh, an arc by a toilet seat, over there.
An useless child, a tick or not, carrying on.
On my right side, as a palliative, to sell the king.
It's snowing, such as a vegetable, being attacked by.
With no hat on because of. even raining on December, covetous it's.

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2018年12月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 346th. week

About the matter, only on a Facebook, a description there is.
For my urination, to search, rain comes.
Tears of a woman, who bound up, the rope sipped.
A moneylender, a door made of plastic sheet also, knocking.
A lodger's, taking a rent because of, in storage space above closet I live.

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2018年11月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 344th. week

By washed hair, the name of colour also, having forgotten.
On her left hand, the scent of roses, and a black lizard.
Even her mascaras, broken to pieces, just having over.
On the ice, flipping over of a wooden door, being drowned.
A farewell letter there, to hold out softly, with the amulet.

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2018年11月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 342nd. week

Of the summer's day, who gave his name a love, being cheated.
To sit up straight, to have thought, my brain do.
To get a tiny share of the profits, to make a mistake, standing on my hands.
From Odessa, rolling over and over, a wheelchair also.
Across the meridian, on the other side, I'm waiting.

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2018年11月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 341st. week

Look carefully, at the cleavage of its scissors, the dirt under the nails there.
The big-headed says, a wardrobe which is the bigger one, as a cloak of invisibility.
On one of her upper arms, the tri-stars shining, the day comes.
On her lips, put on my pointer finger, I try.
On the boat, only two baggages, have shaken.

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2018年10月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 339th. week

From behind the clouds, to get back to the star, the mothership goes.
To petrify, sitting the chair, a girl turns.
On a scene in spring, by back exposure only alone, the shadow of death appears on him.
No one comes, on a grand piano, a red rose left.
A red belly band, a blue belly band, lined up with.

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2018年10月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 337th. week

To weigh, at one night and other night, on the thick berry.
Before she comes to my home, two pillows on my bed, turning over.
Be incriminated an offense, for cooking up an excuse, a fond parent he is.
With an Umeboshi, a dish of kimchi and a piece of salted salmon, how red are all of them.
After each meal, same numbers of tablets, to crumple.

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2018年10月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 336th. week

Of our mobile phones, to turn the power off, on a starry night.
To shoot dice, at the one of the four corners, bitter past there is.
A string shrinks, dangling in the air, pulled out my teeth.
At the dusk, being cowed by, to disappear on the wave.
To turn off the lights, three men waiting for, in my dream.

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2018年09月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 335th. week

The snake, one of his pupils in crimson, to be stared.
The convict, at this late in the game, to preach we should trust.
Even this child, a few of he has, the secret of secrets.
The wooden clappers, on beating, sparks come flying.
Being stunned, the man looking up, sitting square.

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2018年09月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 334th. week

Two of old women, on verge of the death, a mirror they need.
For my funeral makeup to say, for moving them to laughter, putting on lipstick.
To draw a perpendicular, at the bottom of, "Let there be light" being said.
Arrived at the pier, on eight twenty, making a worried look.
To our deceased children, red bricks though there are, what should we do I wonder.

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2018年09月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 333rd. week

In hard cheddaring, to a crocodilia by swamp, asking for.
As being lost, to swindle, and follow after.
In the Bathtub, getting wet in red, a woman it's.
On the moon, laughing at the earth, the day has come.
Only the man left, the first one calls it, he is.

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2018年09月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 332nd. week

At dawn, without grumbling, six come. Or, at dawn, four or five not to say , six come.
On one-way traffic, haven parked must be, for running through.
Of a lotus root, six bullets to the holes, for loading a gun.
After overturned, a life to be saved also, falling love.
On the days the sun shines, after wiping my sweat, the urine leaks out.

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