Cafe On Sorrow Street

Cafe On Sorrow Street
© Surazeus
2026 10 19

Melanie smiles at angel, not so real 
as rubber tires on asphalt road of fate, 
because butterflies teach her how to feel 
through laughter of the need to calculate 
time difference of faith-distorted concern, 
backwards up-floating from the time-tossed stern. 

Cast in the swirling sea of certitude 
by sudden lurch outside her old world view, 
Melanie programs fatal attitude 
regarding how police design the True, 
as if Fate always knows just what we need, 
since ideal forms spring from conceptual seed. 

While striding to cafe on Sorrow Street 
with glass guitar and pistol on her leg, 
Melanie sings in rhythm with the beat 
because she finds white horse inside the egg 
that sprouts swan wings of freakish bravery 
to help her fight against fiscal slavery. 

Still chanting spells of courage at twilight, 
on stage at Woodstock in meadow of flames, 
Melanie names brave ghosts who teach her flight 
with secret code for winning psychic games 
in battle against gang of global greed 
who fool humble farmers with morbid screed. 

Commissioned to record in coded spells 
crimes of politicians who wear gold masks, 
Melanie translates moral trick of bells 
to expose bank where the basilisk basks 
with grand conspiracy to rule the world 
through revolution of the cosmic herald. 

Shocked by fall of the tyrant with no face, 
who slouches in glass house of global power, 
Melanie paints visions that leave no trace 
of math formulas smeared inside the tower 
where she sleeps inside fractured vampire boat 
because sad people decide not to vote. 

Fooled by the propaganda slate of lies 
depicting Minerva as evil witch, 
farmers and factory workers become spies 
to expose conspiracies of the rich 
who legislate laws that enslave our souls 
as wage-grifters stuck in hardworking roles. 

While driving highway Auburn to Seattle, 
through pine forests around Mountain of Truth, 
I dream I am Helios herding cattle 
till social change makes me messiah sleuth 
when Melanie rides Pegasus at dawn 
and sings about wild angels on the lawn.