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The Lion Sleeps Tonight

2013年12月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 88th. week vol. 3

In a pandemonium, to have made beds, and been left out in the cold.
Of a woman on confinement, off tear her clothes, a pentagram shines.
Fluttered by wind, orphan orphan fatherless motherless, asking the way.
By a middle‐aged woman, shameless she is, being rubbed my cheek.
Small shoes stepping frosts, how loud I hear.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 88th. week vol. 2

By north wind, with blood like flowers, stones being thrown.
Of a coward, a eye comes to kill you.
We shall dance, where clocks never work, in that world.
Of the other colour, putting on lipstick, by tips of your brush.
To see your breath, on the broken glass, dewing condensation.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 88th. week vol. 1

"A liar you are!", to blame Plato, two in the bed room there are.
My father comes home, a dream I wonder, he died.
At the star gate, to smooth down my wrinkles, being able to spread and get the space same as eight tatamis.
Because we cannot make it clear whether they are right or wrong, called as three primary colors.
It's cold you feel, rainy on December, reading "The Story Of The Futon Of Tottori" by Lafcadio Hearn.

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2013年12月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 87th. week vol. 2

Though the world having been closed, not tired your odor, the dawn breaks.
Before doing a way to do, finding an excuse, to wait it will have been too late. Or, before doing a way to do, finding an excuse, wait for me please.
A interjection firstly, a verb secondly, me follow them.
Because of on December, the moon frozen has been, to compose a poem your idle must be.
Blood on a track, from your womb, a fetus on the run has been.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 87th. week vol. 1

Tits it is, how joy to tweet, my parents don't understand. Or, tits it is, how joy to tweet, a wisdom tooth is here.
I'm bore, to write down some words footloose and fancy‐free, to get three circles in red ink as the passing marks.
To have prostrated, by warmth on the earth, it's saving me.
Her term is over, on the butler's breast, flowers of dalmatian chrysanthemum are there.
How heavy her thigh is, my chair makes sound creak, a ship goes.

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2013年12月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 86th. week

Of a woman on her bike, to shut her mouth, and leave the metro police.
Nurarihyon, a Japanese monster, in his left hand, a rope ladder is there.
It's a white one, a snow white, default of what her put on.
No tails a man has, should lose his way, on this way.
On a farce, no reason to wash, chipped dishes.

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2013年12月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 85th. week

Not to understand what is the day, today, preach the Gospel you'll try to.
A side job in home, to set up machine-guns, the rain lets up.
To be sit silently at a meeting, and rise their heads, to hide into leather. Or, to gather and plant goose's necks, to hide into leather.
For a virgin, a woman diver putting off her suit, on her body sea anemone is there.
To shut down me, and have slept, like a foetus you are.

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2013年11月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 84th. week vol. 2

After a night shift, come and kill me, it is better for this winter.
For a lady's maid, be disconsolate, gets cold at her feet.
To crack a bottle, hardly to blend with sand, so I'm sobbing.
With his blowing a recorder, perform punk typically punk, by my pianica.
Spit it, scoop out so, sin my heart.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 84th. week vol. 1

I don't want to hear it from you, you have no permissions to access here.
In the dark, when I am hold, I know you who hold me.
Moving by electric, only his mouth opens and closes, fish it is.
In your shirt sleeves, running to dash, on lunch time November.
Up your arms like clock at 10:10, and an angles of elevation 45°, Heavy Metal it is.

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2013年11月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 83rd. week

"Les elements", by the faces of Japanese white pines, rokurokubis are.
In shaving down on your cheek, could you give me your wink, by your single eye.
Saying "You're a bitch", who has five stairs on his neck.
It's your sin, at a loss for words, string my instrument.
At a washbasin, a back in a lion's skin, to rest myself.

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2013年11月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 82nd. week

On a rainy night, till a rainy morning, in my bed with.
Pulling a thong down, even if a thing kept back, is drowned away.
Of the dogs or Of the cats, with which is better, we should ally.
Cut my ears off, not to hear running me down.
Even if killing yourself, morning comes bore, go asleep again.

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2013年11月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 81st. week

In my waking up, no dices I have, on starting line again.
Swing of the pendulum, the room leans by Hollow Earth Theory.
Of man of this world, quite empty is, cleaning the ears. Or, of Utsusemi, the one of the characters for "Genji", quite empty is, cleaning the ears.
Like shredded cabbage my life is. Or, shredded cabbage might be drunken in my life.
By the end of the life, playing table tennis, on tatamis, like Denki Groove.

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2013年10月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 80th. week vol. 2

Even if goodness truth or beauty, to be washed away, and to stink of.
On abusing the person who should be argued his point, already he was dead.
A samurai, a peach getting variegation, an undertaken mourning dress.
Because of my arm held by you, I have awaken and realized your coldness.
So morning never come again, it already past three days.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 80th. week vol. 1

In the end as soon as, to be driven here, all of the asses.
To my alibi, a reel of films spinning, falling flowers.
Though to become famous, to be or not to be, never minded you are.
Cutting off the sound of the storm I can hear, a man throws up and groans with.
Singing ra ra ra ... , with my Godzilla, rain wind and rumbling. Or, singing ra ra ra ... , like my Godzilla coming, rain wind and rumbling. Otherwise, run run and running, my Godzilla coming, rain wind and rumbling.

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2013年10月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 79th. week vol. 2

Loose hairs, missing to get, a fool there is.
At the calm before halloween, my visit to our family's grave.
A day never dawns, though she mews sometimes, it never changes a stray cat she is.
The top becomes insanity, the axis of rotation is made a mistake by, because of.
A red demon ought to start show business and act on the stage, a cheap trick it is.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 79th. week vol. 1

Dividing cells in you, asleep or awake, a headache for me.
Even if my father and mother, not having seen them at all, in cold autumn. Or, though out of the mouth comes evil, it is said, my father and mother never come.
A traveler from the one of Aesop's Fables, to hear that it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good, so he cannot understand his situation.
In a photo flame, to fall in love with the deceased, at an estate sale.
How tough it is, a lizard's tail, and to grasp and release a fart to your nose.

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2013年10月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 78th. week

All night wrong, doesn't work for, a maidservant Kiku.
In the restoration for this city, someone worries about, who was released from prison.
And not yet, the eye looking at me, on the 12th. floor of the tower, the Ryounkaku.
His last moments, to throw a bomb, a wind bill it is. Or, his last moments, from a thrown bomb, a bill drawn.
Draw a line, paint it over, and clean them off.

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2013年10月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 77th. week

After all of the stories should be told (it would be started).
To cross her legs, a cat on the piano, for which substitute.
Playing hopscotch, to miss his step, the boy cries "I just die!"
If breaking up with her father because it's rainy, shaking her ass, and playing dead.
The last man will fall at the end, what he will do? Or, the last leaf will fall at the end, when the day will come?

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2013年10月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 76th. week

To reach to read a sutra, preparing myself for the worst, to dance hula.
A grasshopper in the cage, rounds and rounds on his bike.
Counting up to, and alone glowing with self‐satisfaction, a bachelor is there.
Talking as such, not to be handed, the Zohar.
To lick a belly, asking where you are and crying.

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2013年09月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 75th. week boa's bore

"April in Paris", "Autumn in New York", played accordion.
Singing the song "At The Lonely Mountain", in stead of taking care of a fishing rod, and get a friend.
To change bishops each other, this is no time for, it's in October.
Kicking at her heel. on her left leg, to fallin' love with the sound of.
Today's blue, Tomorrow' s blues, rainy in the nights.

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