2013年03月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 48th. week vol. 3

The unfolded wings are shining, have dragged feces, on the tracks.
There you can find, muddy water and the eye-ball of a chicken. Or, on the bottom, muddy water and the eye-ball of a chicken.
At an Arbor Day, had been dug out, a cicada's body.
Setting katsudon, a bowl of rice topped with a deep-fried pork cutlet, in front of him, and ask how many girls he held in his arms.
Under the moon in this spring, only with a Shin-nyo, a kind of nuns in Buddhism, walking along slowly in a small way. Or, under the moon in this spring, only with a dead woman, walking along slowly in a small way.

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