Rosenbush Café

Hypnagogique, where swirling dreams and nightmares merge into reality with the tornados that moved through here today causing extensive damage and reminding me of the shortness of life and the Resilience that comes from misery and tears and how it is turned into artistry. Honestly, someone else reminded me. This mixture of twisted beat poetry, mare prose and consciousness streams a la mythos is dedicated to her with admiration and appreciation and for being alive!

Golems are not known for their subtlety
Mythos in protection business past centuries see
A rarity

Hold your tea and sympathy for my Golem
Profoundly famished for lack of respect within

Honey mustard
Monkey custard
Sunsets punish the nubile

Seedless whole
Scopolamine soul
Lipstick unfinished the owl

Making sandwiches out of desperation
Thai take outs coded revelation
Gelatin molds into the faceless Lao
Mortal’s morsels feed hungers maw

Rotary telephone dialing locates the Goddess of Temporal Warp Bliss from zero to infinity frequency sweeps for the fortuitously opaque.

Love: An illusion created by the Gods to Control Goddesses and therefore for Men to Control Women; a cochlear concussion damages abilities to transmit sounds to the brain making all who accept masculine molecular adhesions as ambiguous as the curse of immortality reigns over ManUnKind.

Goddesses rebel
Transport Zeus to Olympic Hell

Busy Signal

Cor, blimey

Fair do’s, she’s a busy Goddess

Femme needs

Protect

Defend

Thy Muse

She bleeds

Her blood paints a beautiful canvas of epochs past
Feline does mew knowing life won’t last
Beyond today if forgotten is that gift so vast

Goddess of Resilience, one knows you have many blessings to confer; prayers to answer or ignore and palms read from the northeast quadrants of the universe.

Between star gazing and rain dropped stone soup preparation, please take a moment to support my positive threat-reversing cosmic beams; needed to negate strokes from others that produce pain where once was honor and respect.

If love be an illusion, truly, then strike blind my third eye
Halt the beating of my heart chakra; good bye
Life so brief should never be wasted
Until all of the pleasures afforded are tasted
And beyond the shadow of knowledge and desires
Lays the will to further instill inspirer’s fires

by henry b. rosenbush