My messiah

May I lay my head in your hap -

That you might comb your fingers gently through my hair
Whispering softly the comfort of your promise
As you help me find a better way
- To die.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Drowning pools

When the looking glass looks back –
May my words always be an expression of courage.
For a mirror is the reflection of truth
that I might not wish to see the revelation in my
- Voice.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

The tears of felicity

Yet it is not inspiration I seek –
That I find enlightenment within a single blade of grass.
But that I long for the release of my passion.
As like the dew which silently weeps, even for the rising
- Sun.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

1-900-Anxiety

I get my therapy over the phone -
She pushes happy pills in between cam shows.
“Take two of these and call me in the morning... Dahlin.”
I receive the anti-depressants in the mail in a plain brown wrapper.
Sure… her silk feels good against my naked skin.
But all ll I really needed was a
- Valium.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2007

Your love & other lies

Just as I used to believe in forever -
I used to believe in you, until you made me realize
That even forever is too good to be
- True.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Irreconcilable differences

When the distance is not enough –
Even that you may never have meant - to hurt me
You’re the only one who made me
- Cry.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010