HIRAIZUMI-CH, NISHIIWAI,IWATE, JAPANStruggling to decidewhether one on fall or springwould rock their shit more,Zen monk Ken Itostrained for a haiku to knockthem on their asses.I could mess them upwith that Bash one aboutthe full moons splendor,the Buddhist monk saidWednesday, seeing a tour groupon the temple grounds,trawling through his mindfor the best contemplationson lifes fleetingnessin syllabic setsof five-seven-five that couldblow their fucking minds.Then again maybeI hit them with Rykanon the transientdew on lotus leavesin the darkened mountainside.Bet that fucks them up.At press time, afterthe monk had found the perfecthaiku, he remarked,Ah, summer grasses!All that is still remaining Of warriors dreams,only to see thatthe group had gone, leaving himfeeling like an ass.The post Japanese Monk Racks<br/>Brain For Haiku That Will Knock<br/>Them On Their Asses appeared first on The Onion.