2019年12月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 378th. week

My wife laughing, an apple chipped, so imopatient.
Though spring as yet early, yesterday I heard, from a maternity room voices come.
A line of yarn, hung upside down, a hand of the baby,
Still the third day it's, the date changed, for declaring for.
Continuously, under her sox, a scar is.

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2019年12月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 377th. week

Also I'm not there, in the night at the schoolyard, only you left.
To understanding the reason, lizards fighting each other, reaching over.
A kitchen knife, dyed in crimson, by beni shoga.
From tonight, in the coffin, I'll go sleeping.
With a lisp, taking A from One, to clear up the mistakes.

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2019年11月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 376th. week

On cherry blossoms bloom, to go and set fire, to the charnel.
Dressed in black, like an leopard, a woman sleeps.
From its scales, to draw a perpendicular, pretending not tp know.
Turning my head to west, cracking an egg, of the weathercock.
A pillow turning her backs to, licking the candy, a child since last night.

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2019年11月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 375th. week

Be frightened, reflecting in her eye, a projectionist is there.
About the red sun, to hark back, a shotgun with.
A lizard comes, eating all it can, clods of earth.
Getting a blow, behind the ridge, the sun setting.
Clasping my hands behind my back, without a sword of course, pecked by.

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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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