I had Seen You, Charlotte Simmons

(Inspired by a novel by Tom Wolfe and the mysticism of dreams)


I had seen you Charlotte Simmons

One night- strolling softly down a village street-with dance and drunken bastards groping at the sight of sordid flesh- Your dress brought out the scent of spring- green in sight-standing out in the crowd of red and lust black and serious smiles that eloped once matched to the perfect squall

Moreover the madness had you running- fleeing- thought indeed you are Charlotte Simmons- there is absolutely no one like you- as you ran with wide eyes illuminated by the night light-down the avenues and streets- past cars and lawnmowers- into building filled with splinters cutting into your perfect legs- the blood staining your only dress- the blood that leaves you lonely as an innocent flower fooled into your flaxen bloom- HA- wipe the dust from your cheeks!

~And to think I found myself clever- a fool to fool the "Charlotte Simmons"- standing in the doorway as some Berlin Wall- families peeking through my cracks only for a glimpse at the other side- yet the contrast was a minor paint- a sign pointing to the same way-

Yet with a change of clothes and the color of eyes that hypnotized even the godliest saints- so wrapped up in their faith- turning heads as I gazed as well
~Oh Charlotte Simmons how you race towards nothing- with only tears as your fuel- see it that you don’t sink into your fashioned seas- for I am sure they have kept your precious feet clean- and when you collapse so drained of breathe-and emptied of sound of that beating young heart-there will be a crowd all looking down- on your sweet and callow face-smile love- you are Charlotte Simmons—