Thanks, it ain't Unca Joel but will have to do for now...

Jim

On Mon, Jul 18, 2011 at 6:28 PM, Tom Buese <tombuese@comcast.net> wrote:

> Now we are talking!
>
> YMMV,
>
> Mr. BZ-I stand before you humbled again
>
>
> On Jul 18, 2011, at 4:57 PM, Jim Felder 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?
>
>