Dec/12

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Laguna Soulfire Coronations

Here’s a handful of
Fire-echo starheart diadems –
For ghost-framed, leaping Leviathans!
Photonic Ophelia ossifying, sleeping,
Guards my watchwell sweetly –
But what kind of echo has this fire?
When my starheart bursts with such vertiginous
Desire?
The self-framed soul sires this flame, leaping
From untenable windows
Into the unutterable boiler rooms of Time.

The gross yardstick of time, though,
Cannot touch it.
Neither manufactured catastrophes heed
The ripples racing outward from these lands
Like harbor swells.
Where beggar laughs
And tyrant drowns,
TV dies,
And music abounds.

The darkness of the sea
Spoils your whitewashed misery –
Too much in the devil’s pay,
Both sides in black, on the take
Inside the Age of Chaos, cracked.
Swimming in the dry tide of light,
Lost in ancient coves, lovers seeing with
Ocean eyes.
Wind will…surprise.
“I think we get better,” said the sweet
lover, motoring away from The City,
In her happy lover’s ear:
He’s as tall as the horizon –
The sea’s as cold as kicking junk,
With her arms like memories
In the wavy dunes, barren and soft.

We all love
And lose love
And cry for love –
Celebratory love!
Revelatory love!
As candor squeals in mayhem’s arms,
And the aging starlet laughs, unharmed,
Ripe aura flowering, dispensing,
Oraculating light languages,
Afterimage
In the veritable window of the sky
That guards the crawled-over earth,
ruined by blindness.

The catatonic miser rises, blank,
Her heart dead – to face the
Darkened day again
Just like the moon
And all the fish in their ponds
Or how strange tongues speaking
turn the radiant wheel.
Time, the great editor knows
The graceless snows
Of tired Purgatory
And the violet fire that grows
Like a child
In the waiting sun.

Madrigals, laurels –
First ones that claim my heart
Where the blond girls laugh
And the bays all shine
And blue-eyed angels remedy
The ailing earth
And feckless species howling;
Venetian funeral barge
Carries this memory’s lass away
Afar to Barbarian lands,
Or to Heavens superlatively fair.

Fountain of kundalini fire
implants strange desire –
Travels the Golden State,
Stakes a formidable spire
Where Laguna priestesses consecrate
Divine love in multitudinous ways;
Variegated as terns in these coves
Who sup the endless tide that roves,
Engorged by expedited love.

And behind the bloody snake wall,
On the tantric bed,
We aim our energy into the heart
Of the black-beast dread
And make magic reign,
Plucking the blood-eye out of the reptile,
To transmute the lingering poison cabal
Which strikes back with daggers ripping the sky.
Enemy gods, you have no quarter here!
Here by the magic sea there is no fear.
Where pelicans pierce the mellow tide, free
And the sun and sea tantalize us,
Hypnotize us, eternally!
Here, in the light will we forever abide
In the fruited promenade, spoked
With sacred-flame jubilee,
Smoked in Sun-Ra pedigree
Where the coronal visage smiles and disagrees
With the vicious pallor of false
Love & belief.

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Chris Robideaux

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