” I Live Once More”<\/p>\n
as the pink carpet grows over
\nthe weeds are the thorns
\nas the angels above
\nlook below
\nin a matter of scorn
\nas the ashtrays
\noverflow
\nwith inhalation, used
\ngone
\nas the clock hands
\nscream and grow
\nand fumble on
\nas the leaves interchange
\ncolor
\ntexture
\nsmell
\nas the souls of humans
\ncook from raw
\nto well
\nas the wrapper
\nlies in the trash
\nand the stomach
\nasks for more
\nas the roaring waves crest
\nand plunge
\nonto the shore
\ni live once more..<\/p>\n
-Nicole Marquise Gotlieb<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
” 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 … <\/p>\n