Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Month: November, 2014

11.30.14 dream haiku

We’re so close;
we’re on a last-name-only
basis.

11.18.14 dream haiku

Instead of drugs,
narrowest, highest, tightest
tightrope.

11.11.14 dream haiku

Don’t think too much
about the snake curled up
on your head.

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