Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2011 18:15:14 -0700
Reply-To: Steven Johnson <sjohnso2000@GMAIL.COM>
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From: Steven Johnson <sjohnso2000@GMAIL.COM>
Subject: Re: New Vanagon haiku
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Not anywhere nears good as the ones just posted before,
but I'll risk my meager few:
All necessities packed
Westy purrs to life once more
adventure likely.
Oh long grade must climb
Drivers display vulgar stress
Left my cares behind.
Sure footed Westy
Glide on road to favored site
Hope I brought T.P.
On Mon, Jul 18, 2011 at 5:52 PM, Edward Maglott <emaglott3@gmail.com> wrote:
> I don't think I have
> ever seen those before now
> Some give me big LOLs
>
> Edward
>
>
> At 06:57 PM 7/18/2011, you wrote:
>
>> Uh, oh. Now you've done it. There may be a few on the list who have not
>> seen
>> the following before.
>>
>> Jim
>>
>> On Mon, Jul 18, 2011 at 12:40 PM, David Beierl <dbeierl@attglobal.net
>> >wrote:
>>
>> > At 01:24 PM 7/18/2011, Tom Buese wrote:
>> >
>> >> Seems to moi, this is vanagon related everyday?
>> >>
>> >
>> > Indeed...
>> >
>> > Yours,
>> > d mod
>> >
>>
>> Vanagon haikus
>>
>>
>>
>> By Jim Felder
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>> 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?
>>
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