Here are senryu; "This is a simple brain test for us, Junky Teacher?"

Hi!
I'm Yoshitaka Nishiwaki, senryu dancer in Mie, Japan.

Today, I made 4 groups of senryu, inspired by the Japanese legendary funk rock band JAGATARA's 2nd album, "The Naked King."
(裸の王様【完全生産限定盤】･JAGATARA | Sony Music Shop･CD･DVD･ﾌﾞﾙｰﾚｲ･ｱｰﾃｨｽﾄｸﾞｯｽﾞ･書籍･雑誌の通販)

According to the track list of that, I made 4 groups of senryu and put same titles with tracks.
Because of my poor English, maybe there's some difficulties to read them. If you find some fault, please be kind…

Sorry for long introduction. Now, senryu begins below.
Please enjoy them!!!!!

senryu; "This is a simple brain test for us, Junky Teacher?"

 1. The King, NAKED

The sin, much preferred like a blue elephant at the beach, dreamin’
 
Grip the sauce bottle even if you and your mind would be rained in pure homemade crisis
 
So so good life still continues in your peculiar glasses your mom baked
 
They are them because of a flame we made for some punctual uneasiness
 
Oooh, don’t you laugh me? Such a fxxkin’ belief in that traditional U.F.O., under the notorious Family Law
 
For BIG reason for every square people the weather forecast will be blue like her simple death
 
So it goes, so it goes. Until my ocean gets so hot enough to boil all dolphins in your digital sea
 
On and on our survival clues why any fish doesn’t have a year with torn love

 

2. Waiting at the Cape

For the worst nightmare, Meg meets the border between kisses and ugly old movies
 
“Fxxk off” is the sound, when he and his steady screw in that circulated motion
 
Thunderbolt he is. Not me. Even Guillermo
 
Bury yourself in the chord F# minor that draws the dirty rainbow from your blood to those weird cars
 
The dog called Funky crawling around the world to make the Solar System Pudding
 
Norm sweet norm on the swingin’ giant tiger named Whole Cleanliness Still Lose By The Waiters
 
Paradise has no tail, but stripes
 
In anarchy style, style of death, death in vanity creamy enclosure
 

3. Junky Teacher

 
Lies before the trouser with two pockets full of sugar cane exploded
 
Strictly speaking, you are strawberries, not a crown gathered by some terraformed idioms
 
Bubble bubble my aunty, can you take me higher than those fearless pandas in their sweat?
 
No need to know leaves spread by the claw of untalkative wars (Lies!)
 
From now very now he is on the dusty morning (sound of hummer, many times)
 
Committee ends when birds are coughing by mistakes who killed dear HEINZ soup cans
 
Please Mr. raging wavy buddhis show me what mono paradise will be
 
Pistols can be worked as those hemi-brained children in, Light

 

4. Can’t Stand It (As You See It!!!!!)

 
Huh. Look. Your dialogue still sleeps
 
Why don’t you dig holes on dictionaries with our pretty anti-bridal machine guns?
 
Love for musical notes, sincerely (after this, her soul broke down on a page of Green Diary)
 
Earthquake (only we heard the voice over the literal mountain, said so soon, so cool, so okay in your terrible footsteps)
 
Hug me hug you hug him hug her hug non-sentimentalized fallen spooks, too

Should I stay or should I pay or should I blame myself like a guitar made by their organs
 
…at night, dentists began sweet happenings for every species that will make us entirely, absolutely, fuzzzz…

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Leaving new world never easy ――honey, I won’t get your social breakfast anymore

…That' all. Thank you for reading my all senryu, so so much!!
Have a sweet day!!!