Olive Oil

Olive Oil

I turned the bottle on its head, gurgle gurgle is all it said.

Receiving it’s taste I give thanks to the Italian mystery.

Olive oil in my veins swirling then merging with life.

I’m insane in my big leather chair pouring Carapelli down my chest.

The oil spreads out pooling in my lap, slowly covering jeans in green.

Olive oil in my veins becoming my life,  but not my wife.

Drip, drip, the IV serves the earthy elixir, slowly eons of dust circulates in my heart.

I become one with the peasants, skin wrinkling, vision waning, mouth drying.

Olive oil.

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