Against the Moon as Such, a haiku sonnet

The moon is not full 
of dreamy light.  The moon is 
full of….well,…the moon.

One could say the moon 
is full of rock, I guess.  Yes, 
lots and lots of rock.

And the moon is not 
a hole punched in anything,
either.  It shines like

….well, it shines like the 
moon, I guess.  It shines like a 
ball of rock.  Up there.

In the sky. Where it winks its
cold eyes at the sun.

Happy Birthday to Basho & Jung!

No, no, not the Japanese haiku master and the German Psychologist, but the brilliant blog-child of Jon Petruschke.  He has written one (or more) dream haiku per day for the last three hundred and sixty five days!  Quite an accomplishment.  You should definitely be following these little gems of surreal wisdom.

So, in his (and Basho and Jung‘s) honor, I have written a dream haiku of my own.


Remember that time
we both lost our memory?
Yeah, me neither.


Oh…and did I mention we were separated at birth?


I, however, am fortunate to remember nothing about this little ensemble…

Happy Blogirthday, Basho and Jung!