Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2011 20:52:13 -0400
Reply-To: Edward Maglott <emaglott3@GMAIL.COM>
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From: Edward Maglott <emaglott3@GMAIL.COM>
Subject: Re: New Vanagon haiku
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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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