CHARLIE

It wasn't the way he looked
Or a certain ethereal quality about his voice
That drew me to him
It wasn't monetary motives
Or influence with people in the right places
It obviously wasn't the way he dressed
Or the style in which he wore his hair

What got me off
In the twilight of the California desert
The wind shifting through the sands
And the atmosphere descending upon my brain stem
Was his eyes
And the way that they demanded of you
The effort necessary to
Take the life of the unborn
Slice the stomach down the middle
And decorate the walls with blood

Kevin Olsen

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