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.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Monday, October 19, 2026
Cafe On Sorrow Street
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Orpheus films Melanie while she plays guitar on stage and sings to the hundred million ghosts of all the lost angels of America who search for the Promised Land.
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