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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