

| Subject: | Re: New Vanagon haiku |
| From: | Edward Maglott |
| Date: | Mon, 18 Jul 2011 20:52:13 -0400 |
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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