Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Hausler
-Imam Sawez

I
Among twenty broken down Saabs
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the Hausler 

II
I was of three minds
Like a bar
In which there are three Hauslers

III
The Hausler whirled in the Packet Stream
It was a small part of the Internet

IV
A beer and a hot dog
Are one
A beer and a hot dog and a Hausler
Are one

V
I do not know which to prefer
The beauty of inflexions
Or the beauty of innuendos,
The Hausler drinking
Or just after.

VI
Music filled the DSL line
With Sleater-Kinney.
The shadow of the Hausler
Surfed it, to and fro
The Mouse 
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause

VII
O thin men of Silver Spring,
Why do you imagine urban renewal? 
Do you not see how the Hausler
Staggers around the feet
Of the bartenders among you?

VII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rythms;
But I know, too, 
That the Hausler is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the Hausler drove out of sight,
It turned left
Onto New Hampshire Avenue

X
At the sight of Hauslers
Flying through a red light
Even the cops of Manassass
Would cry out sharply

XI
He rode over Virginia
In a glass coach. 
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The crazy german stalker
For Hausler.

XII
Beer is flowing.
The Hausler must be drinking. 

XII
It was evening all afternoon
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The Hausler slept
In the quiet NOC.