Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2006 20:16:37 -0700
Reply-To: Jake de Villiers <crescentbeachguitar@GMAIL.COM>
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From: Jake de Villiers <crescentbeachguitar@GMAIL.COM>
Subject: Re: Fryedaigh: Vanagon Haiku
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All hail Jim Felder, Vanagon Poet Lareate!
"I laughed, I cried, I can't wait to see the movie." Two poptops up. /
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On 6/29/06, Jim Felder <felder@knology.net> wrote:
>
> I know this has probably been done a billion times, but I couldn't
> help but try my hand at it. Sorry for the thursday post but I'll be
> gone tomorrow.
>
> A mosquito hums.
> A dog barks. A mockingbird
> trills. A starter clicks.
>
> ***
>
> Rarer than a meal
> of hummingbird tongues, I search
> for diesel hoses.
>
> ***
>
> A split fuel line.
> Deep shame overcomes me now.
> Smoke fills the valley.
>
> ***
>
> Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
> I pump my Dometic,
> feel only sad warmth.
>
> ***
> In time I will know
> more ground points to scrape
> than I know today.
>
> ***
>
> A new journey dawns,
> miles I go before Oh, No!
> A clunk from behind.
>
> ***
>
> Shock. The summer moon
> reflects in a liquid pool,
> quiet beneath my van.
>
> ***
>
> The catalog comes.
> News from Germany is not
> good. Prices rise, tears.
>
> ***
>
> Happiness glows now
> on every face. I walk
> into the dealership.
>
> ***
> Deep in the night I
> drive alone in my travels.
> The coolant light blinks.
>
> ***
>
> No one knows who wrote
> The Bentley. No human did.
> It came from the gods.
>
> ***
>
> Old, frail, crumbling pod
> of instruments. I remove them
> perhaps for the last time.
>
> ***
>
> Armies clash, children
> lose their homes, villages burn
> when tires are discussed.
>
> ***
>
> Infinite lever
> positions. Where can I find
> cool air flowing out?
>
> ***
>
> A trail of tears leads
> away from my Vanagon.
> It mingles with oil.
>
> ***
>
> Mist clouds my rear hatch.
> The night is cold, dare I stop?
> My heart says drive on.
>
> ***
>
> Like a cruel ghost
> who I stab but will not die,
> my coolant light blinks.
>
> ***
> I ask the list how
> to choose the right motor oil
> and they flame my ass.
>
> ***
>
> Only poor people
> own old Vanagons, only
> rich people drive them.
>
> ***
>
> Many sounds and smells.
> Not an alley in Cairo,
> I started my diesel.
>
> ***
>
> In firefly light, the
> alternator suddenly
> goes out. Please, a Ford.
>
> ***
>
> Dometic question:
> Does your fridge stay lit while you
> drive down the highway?
>
> ***
>
--
Jake
1984 Vanagon GL
1986 Westy Weekender "Dixie"
www.crescentbeachguitar.com
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