Enter through the double doors and it will hit you A one of a kind, nothing like you ever smelled before You will know where you are even if you’re blind. Plug in air fresheners filling all the outlets through out With a fragrance of fresh cut nectar filled flowers. Masking now the true scent of the repulsive chemicals That fill your body and flush you till you run clear. Stronger the smell, stronger my fear The closer I come to the lower room The deeper I inhale. Expanding my lungs to capacity and hold as long as I can Setting up my writing room next to the dead is my plan. Nickel silver oil lamps eight feet tall And a matching tear soaked blue velvet prayer alter Worn out from carrying all the weight from the mourners Will be my only light and seat as I sit and write. Thumbing now through a hard cover book That sat in there for many years Eyes closed and close to my nose I fan the pages as fast as I can go. Polo, Taylor, and Calvin Klein, They used to be a favorite Pores now sweat a strange new lovely kind.