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Elizabeth Waugh

Magnificence


I know searing 
convulsions
of the chest cracking open

The passion of coming apart

I know silver 
smooth 
as the blood emerging

As well as 
the curve of lips
painted red

I am the magnificent
Inferno
within the blue

Arcs flame
rise 
to night





Coke


morning never actually ended in the

amber lit room

molded from syrup

 

stasis

stretched taffy like

an immoveable construction

that melts into

 

today

when her plastic eyes and

the windows in the room

are both 

empty enormous 

with oblivion

 

stress in the city is overrated

but street temperature is rising

and asphalt is molding to previous unseen forms

 

the people cannot sleep at night

rather they listen to the whir of cheap electric fans

amidst the humidity 

            the heat

                        the gorgeous still




2005 Elizabeth Waugh, More about the Author

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