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The Lion Sleeps Tonight

2019年11月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 374th. week

On Dogenzaka, tumbling down, a caterpillar is.
A boy five years old, to destroy and go, on Tokyo.
Trowing away a stone, an unyielding girl, being sneered how you are.
Being asked by though, a magical song it is, bragging.
To hear repeating your same negative things, how much I get, for escaping evil to pay.

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2019年11月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 373rd. week

An elderly couple, three days behind, to be reduced to ashes.
To a cat, don't call on half asleep, Ms. Yukie.
A babysitting girl, dices in red white, playing with.
Coughing though, wanting to blow my nose also, a gas mask putting on.
In everlasting summer, the name of a dog, Chinka-john is.

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2019年10月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 372nd. week

By expanded, a cigarette shorten, and thin lips.
On the investigation, for my alibi, to compose a haiku at first.
Before twenty years old, not getting used for firearms, using as a woven hat. Or, before twenty years old, not getting used for firearms though, like a big shot.
One runs, from The Woman Eater, and a white flower comes out.
Only the girl, under the boxers, knows. Or, about only the girl, under the boxers, I know.

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2019年10月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 371st. week

Out of the five, still more frightening, a girl with glasses.
Flowers of sulphur, in the morning boiled over, on Sunday.
In a happy vein, to confront, a girl does.
Two pieces of saba-zushi, my mother has, with kelp tea.
Twenty days before, a dream a mother dreamed, her daughter's back. Or, twenty days before, a dream a mother dreamed, her daughter got on.

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2019年10月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 370th. week

At the field towards the crematory, "God Only Knows", I heard.
After that ends well all's well, the two fo lovers, falling to their death.
Putting one of her fingers up, having a book under her arm, "Comets" the name is.
For reconciliation, to fold out his hand, a push pin pasted.
Being killed by his intended victim, only a cane left, raised to the skies.

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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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