NotSo-Zen Haiku

There are many haiku that seem to express an instant of satori. These are not those haiku. The first may be partially recognized. It is an homage to Kobayashi Issa.

Even while sleeping
Budda receives offerings
How’s one get that gig?

Unearthly pigeon
dropped a gray-green deuce
with startling stealth

Elephant, don’t fear
even the largest of mice.
They squish under foot.

Gonging temple bell
your tone rings to calm the mind
I salivated.

Dear little cricket,
Afar, I welcome your song.
In bed, I’ll smash you.

Mighty Mount Fuji,
your tranquil beauty astounds
but kills cell clarity

This is a play on the Chaos Theory saying about a butterfly flapping its wings in Texas  causing monsoons in China.

Butterfly flit home
before the spring monsoon winds
come back to bite ass.

Rain pours on my head.
My umbrella is at home.
Rain, how do you know?

This is a tribute to Yamazaki Sōkan, who wrote his own irreverent haiku.

Don’t worry Sōkan,
soon your father will not care
that you fart his way.

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About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. He is currently writing his first novel entitled CHASING DEMONS. He is a martial artist, yogi, and world traveler.
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