1-900-Anxiety
1-900-Anxiety
I get my therapy over the phone—
She pushes happy pills between cam shows.
“Take two of these
and call me in the morning… Darlin’.”
I receive the anti-depressants
through the mail in a plain brown wrapper.
The sensation of silk
feels good against my naked skin,
but what I really needed—was a Valium.
Charles Coakley Simpson
Mortality
Mortality
Merciful thread of Grace–
Why hast thou bound me with Fate?
Not e’en Destiny can show me fair recourse.
Thus will come a day, when I shall look back on today
only to know that tomorrow will ne’er
Come
Charles Coakley Simpson
Charles
Outlandos d'Amour 
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