Wednesday, April 28, 2010


To indulge doubt -
with the intention of suspending belief
might we no more feel the pain than we acknowledge it
is simply to keep breaking the heart
which has already been
- Broken.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Saturday, April 24, 2010

The death of a swan

ith black pearls pleading -

she thrusts her breast skyward in absolution.
Angelic wings pound the air furiously with fabulous disaster
as the silken slenderness of her memory sinks
silently with the weight of my
- Heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Because we ended as lovers

How tender is the touch which lingers -
and soft the kiss that still sits silently upon these lips
that I reminisce about a lifetime of laughter
summer rain, autumn leaves, and those long cold winter nights
when I am remiss of the reality that you
- Are gone.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Blonde ambition

He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.
He loves me not, he loves me…


Hello? No, I’m sorry you must have the wrong number.


Dammit… where was I?

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Friday, April 2, 2010


aven-haired beauty -

your kisses run wild like horses in the night
that I long to lay my own behind the trumpet of your ear.
Your fingers softly brushing the back of my hand
having caught me wandering wickedly through your wilderness
dropping apple blossoms along your
- Winding paths.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010