Your DPFE is showing

It’s all ‘Jargon’ at Read~Write~Poem this week as the prompt wants a poem written with specialized words you use at work. For the last seven years I’ve worked at an automotive dealer in the service department. I don’t particularly like cars and I certainly don’t love them, but some people do. So this is a love/lust poem about a car using the terms we use in service.

To read about some of the terms used in this poem, you can go to these two posts. “Automotive Self-Diagnosis 101″ and “Automotive Self-Diagnosis 101 Part Two”

“Drooling I watch her skirt”

from the distance far she comes
a vision in red headers popping
as I drink in her contours and
vibrate in her exhaust she idles
rough and I stroke her skin
her ground effects skirts hide
her aggressive camber and her
gleaming chrome spokes reveal
painted calipers gripping ceramic
pads and polished steel rotors
I grip her handle and slid slowly
down inside the soft leather seat
Her cluster shows the needles that
flick up and down as I play footsie
with her custom pedals and pop
her clutch as her engine moans
the revs whine when the blower
opens the IAC and air is sucked
hard into her chamber and the fluid
is injected and sparked by platinum
fire the combustion throws me
back into her upright caress and
belted straps and I ride her fast
and deep into the corner her
rubber contact patch squealing
and smoking as the transaxle
converts torque to thrust and
by the ABS/TRAC keeps rotating
forward as I slide to a stop and
pop the hood latch to stare into
the heart of my love beating
three thousand times a minute
controlled by the PCM that takes
the input from the MAF and the
DPFE and O2 sensors to turn her
from a violent explosion into a
purring satisfied machine men
and women find so hot that love them.