I will never forget my first oil change. It was a 1978 Ford F-150 and I was sixteen years old. For me it was a rite of passage into manhood, and to this day, I still get a little giddy around a fresh quart of 10W-30. A few years ago I wrote this poem to help express my feelings in a more artful way. I hope you enjoy it.
Oh sweet oil…I have come for thee.
Has it been three months?
Has it been three thousand miles?
Oh sweet oil…I feel your sticky black mess.
I watch you ooze from the pan.
Your smell of filth excites me.
Oh sweet oil…flowing like hot, black blood.
I feel you run down my arm.
My shirt forever stained.
Oh sweet oil…the joy of new blood.
Like rich, warm honey-
I pour you into the abyss.
Oh sweet oil…I will come for thee.
Will it be three months…
Or will it be three thousand miles?
*Sent this to Car Talk. Hopefully they like it.