That Graffiti Looks Like a Tarot Card

Persephone blogs twice in a night as tenderness was lost in the Internet
She weeps for her longings as musings of what should be are lost
like a lighter in the bottom of her purse
except worse.

The music stopped, but we're still dancing as the kids roll face around us
in Miami
under the freeway
you'll usually find something you weren't looking for
especially when you're so actively looking

Conversating with a vernacular that only comes out at four in the morning

The darkest part of night, dew on the car windows, mist in the air
A lost person in a Lexus, then a Honda hum past
Distant enough not to see

Like illegal tint on the front side windows--- you're not allowed not to be seen
To let them see your face is to shame yourself

Frozen in a time capsule in the living room, day dreaming of 2008
Day dreaming of lost love
Day dreaming about advice given and not heeded
Dreading admitting that society's paradigm is bigger than us all

Fighting an uphill battle

Kk said to wait a few months and tell her again that divorced guys are good
And I wondered how she knew or if she knew anything in particular
I could have pressed
But didn't as she nodded and batted her eye lashes saying 'you'll find out what I mean, so don't even ask since you're so smart'
Smart ass.

I never take advice.
Not even my own.

Feminism is totally dead, I can tell
Because whenever I write about it in public someone explicitly
implies that I am racist for it or something along those lines
And that kind of makes me not want to analyze anything anymore.  

"You don't even want someone like that THINKING about you."

Keep your head down.
Even though I am a master at applying theory
If I am creative enough, any theory can be applied to any THING

So what's the use when there isn't a real authority on anything?
Rebels without a cause commenting all over the Internet like ugly graffiti

And that's real talk because I'm an avid fan of graffiti in general
It makes me feel alive when I see a masterful piece of work with heart behind it
With color and flow and placement
Train cars are the best; a traveling art show like an anonymous circus

Into the shadows like a mythological woman on a tarot card
awaiting a magician
awaiting a throne and a scepter

A chalice

Don't even talk about a chalice.

You've got to be kidding me, Persephone.
It was over before you started.

You get the death card.