Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: dinner

10.15.16 dream haiku

Mom hopes I’ll make it
home for dinner, then hands me
a gun for my duel.

8.21.14 dream haiku

Dinner guests point out
the most tender parts of me
with their forks.

8.6.14 dream haiku – What the hell?! Wednesday

Dinner with exes –
they serve us nothing
but dirt.

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