” I Live Once More”
as the pink carpet grows over
the weeds are the thorns
as the angels above
look below
in a matter of scorn
as the ashtrays
overflow
with inhalation, used
gone
as the clock hands
scream and grow
and fumble on
as the leaves interchange
color
texture
smell
as the souls of humans
cook from raw
to well
as the wrapper
lies in the trash
and the stomach
asks for more
as the roaring waves crest
and plunge
onto the shore
i live once more..
-Nicole Marquise Gotlieb