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A Poem About Motor Oil

02 May

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.

“Sweet Oil”

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.

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