2014年03月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 100th. week vol. 1

To come out of mourning, the time has come to turn the lights off, at the nightless city.
Of a passion flower, clock mainspring has cracked open, and a whip yields.
A hero for the novel, to be left not to be born, incomplete.
If you are the man, to get the virgin records, here’s the sex pistols.
The legs spinning by, morning glory, the well-bucket twisted.

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