Olive Oil

Homeless hair unkempt with dreams undreampt and reeking of hemp

or its sister

sweat-streaked soot from the heat of may
Goat beard growing out like he is about to bray
but he wont

Those dirty sandals he wore pad the floor in my store
Down the aisle he always walks
Always the same isle
His daughter walks with him
But not with him
Liquor in her hands
and heroine in her soul
but she is hardly a hero
here in
this hole

Down the aisle dirty sandals stalk
the same isle 
with his drug laced daughters smile
weekly while
he weekly buys
and homeless lies

the same isle

for olive oil 
and bread to dip it in

It started with a candy bar on my way to the bar
That he shared with his drug laced daughter
Even though i never bought her

a thing

He never asked for anything
the tea or the tylenol
truth is he gave it all
to his drug laced daughter

He never asked for anything
and he never thought of theft
until his drug laced daughter left
Broken glass in a broken hearts hands
tore open her belly
the police
so tired of he
and his drug laced daughter
cared

barely

The fare he
had to pay to pass through was more than most could ever have
and it seemed an eternity til I heard those sandals pad
liquor in hand but no drug laced daughter
just glass and the thought of her
it seemed an eternity til I heard those sandals pad
back out of that isle

with only olive oil
 

and bread to dip it in