That Smell

that smell; and it's invisible all around them. with the air long off and the room nearly full, few do. i have more here too than blisters and this is looking too me a bit different. they don't care too notice even once, that they are all around you and it's here. cocked straight out and folded open, standing there like dads old shot gun. some are full and barley speak out, the rest are caught coming in behind them. while others just don't seem too care and from it, talking to it when they come. Poignant and rich and ripe, left too long out side in the sun. and then they notice looking down and how the crowd, grows loud and it's moist, as they squeeze them in all around it. And the air is more than humid and hot, twice as thick and now all stacked up, most are never sure and either way are dying.