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Date:         Mon, 18 Jul 2011 17:57:12 -0500
Reply-To:     Jim Felder <jim.felder@GMAIL.COM>
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From:         Jim Felder <jim.felder@GMAIL.COM>
Subject:      Re: New Vanagon haiku
In-Reply-To:  <4e247013.89af340a.664d.6ca5@mx.google.com>
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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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