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?

***