Jensen Healey Haiku

By Greg Fletcher

I was in a reflective mood recently and decided it's high time we had a little Jensen poetry in these hallowed pages. Here are my humble contributions to the art of Haiku, with a certain Jensen Healey in mind.

While reminiscing about my broken oil pressure gauge line:

An engine that powerful?
It might be useful.
But now it is gone.

Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The Lotus engine is dead.

A broken oil pressure line reduces
Your expensive 907 engine
To a simple stone.

Burn, rattle, clunk.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Engine. mind. Both are empty.

Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and a 907 engine rebuild.
Guess which has occurred.

First burning oil, then silence.
This three thousand dollar engine dies
So beautifully.

On Jensen repair and
ownership:

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and rebuild.
Order shall return.

Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Lucas is like that.

The bolt you seek
Cannot be located but
Endless others exist.

You step into the stream,
But the water has moved on.
The Jensen will not start.

With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
That part is no longer in stock.

The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh Castrol.

Start-up. The hiss of burning oil.
Switch off the ignition.
You ask far too much.

Supercharged 907 engine.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never shall.