2014年02月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 94th. week vol. 2

The hairs on your ass, couloured by gold, the boughs hang low.
Picking rape blossoms, and leaving there, a red shoe. Or, sin committed rape blossoms, leave her and her red shoe.
Also to the blind, a tattle by a lion, the Japanese lute can be played. Or, also to the blind, a tattle by a lion, like the sound of Japanese lute it makes.
On the first spring storm in this year, Den Standhaftige Tinsoldat, to run for their genocide.
The party was over, lost your master, the iron claw did.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 94th. week vol. 1

Rough to eyes, polite to lips, on my drawing.
A tit taps a tip, by tip to tap tits, for a tip a tit taps.
Be gripped underhand, on a thigh two fingers track there are.
If one hundred my sisters rode on me, it got warm, I hope.
Only those who are invited, shallow they are, in the garden for the party.

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2014年01月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 93rd. week vol. 2

Please one more to try, a taste of kissing to an informer. Or, please one more try, a taste of an informer’s private.
Not to be the police, to be the thieves, don’t you have courage to do?
Shakin’ your navel, bigger than the sound of your heart.
Calling a cockatoo, at an edge of tofu, the sea of corruption there is.
A snow ball including a stone, a friend handed to me, on February. Or, a snow ball including a stone, a friend handed to me, under the moon.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 93rd. week vol. 1

The words lost and to search, struggle your hands and feet.
Wondering About, on your back, being thirsty because of.
Biting my lips, the reason you don’t know, under my thigh.
A globe you got to roll on a windy day. Or, a globe you got to roll on a day you got cold.
The one of an ammophilinae to remember, looks like you.

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2014年01月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 92nd. week vol. 2

The fourteen or fifteen, to lick before drawing, on the tip of the brush.
A scab, the other side of its face, to put to turn upwards.
Something is there, the who doesn’t know words how to describe, should tell.
The cut into strips, and being dress with Konjac gels, of planarias.
With her unkempt hairs and rouge on a teacup, pressing flowers.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 92nd. week vol. 1

No-name, on a boarding list, “I” wrote.
The sick in her lung, who is my kindred spirit, I tear the letter from her. Or, to give up haiku, the letter from my kindred spirit, I tear it.
Only a rattling noise from a window, to chase the snow away. Or, only a rattling noise from a window, the people who will go should be out.
For you, the killer awoke before dawn, so you should die before his coming.
No one knows, this mortal coil, tomorrow will let you die.

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2014年01月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 91st. week vol. 2

A sprig weak, a chair you sit on, I sweat there.
At this valley in between being involved and being left behind, where the time will come flowers bloom.
At the happy ending, falling down in my stomach, the shoes singin’. Or, at the happy ending, to understand, and the shoes singin’.
At the edge of the moon, who being a lap behind, an angel only there is .
By my breathing, to play instrument, on your spit.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 91st. week vol. 1

Though a maggot crawls, waiting for a flog to exit , trees in spite of themselves. Or, though a maggot crawls, waiting for a flog to exit , trees are wondering to walk.
A hand hanging an strap, strange colour on, heartless it seems.
With a japanese giant salamander, to sleep, for dreaming a dream of an aborted fetus.
And my smoking, your language into the shredder. Or, Of which you smoke, the language into the shredder.
Thawing not to be able to waiting for, and floating through, mature hairs do.

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2014年01月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 90th. week vol. 2

To post a notice board, and to hold high, which arms have broken by.
On the robe of a Buddhist priest, not to be able to wipe off, imprints of lipstick are there.
To be put on trial it is said, to hold our breaths, when that was I wonder.
The eyes behind a blindfold, is grinning.
Be thrown away and make sure of where he will go, a hand gets the empty can.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 90th. week vol. 1

Echoing her voice, by double exposure, Tomie is.
A woman standing, picked up by her, a watch hung down from the fingers.
By sound of accordion, Romanticism gotten sooty, on the stomach.
Have Slept to keep a mouse being grasped, the screen had no problem.
Of a kite which thread snapped, the selfishness it is, spinning a top doesn’t worry.

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2014年01月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 89th. week

Draft from a door, left behind, in the morning today.
Let it rain, to shave own under hairs it’s the time, a woman’s turns come. Or, a sea hare, to shave own under hairs it’s the time, in the night of a woman.
Of the first three days of the new year, make a round of greeting, pretty vacant it is.
As parchment to contract, on the ass of the midwife, my half sister.
From the black gate, to the parking, a slope goes.

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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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