Author: [[Abe Brownell]] --- The air smells beautiful and Then I stop smelling it I was crossing an intersection when a car cut me off I kicked it good Gave it the bird My foot hurts now Hard to walk on Could’ve done better The air smells beautiful Like the end of summer Like serenity in perilous climes I wrath and self destruct I write myself together Shamble onto the steps going up This way I reconstruct I stop smelling it Could stand to clean that there up It smells Beautiful with hesitation This could be a coup This could be luck Truth me and I'll truth you Don't test me and I'll dare to Wring out the last of my pluck My gumption to call anything corrupt Look at us all helpless Absent minded as fuck What will become of the sinister wing I'd be lying if I didn't have half a mind To let gray matter out the other side The air smells beautiful again For a moment before I forget Etherized by the vape upon the table What exactly am I suggesting? Peace is hard to come by Why ask? Why not wrath? I won't say I'll go out at night Make a condolence call Knock on the coffin Ask if I'm alive If I can smell the end of summer Smell the danger in time I won't say living Won't say dead Hard to say much at all I stopped to smell something It's the end of summer The air is beautiful It's alright at night I keep forgetting Can't remember all the time We sink our fists into the embers Ride our tongues across the honey Dripping off the blade It's sweet! The air is beautiful and sweet! It's all whipping by and here I'm etherized and high off the verbs and nouns Limping around in indignation Kicking cars and flipping the bird I'm asking you to tell me Living or dead? I can't say a thing The air smells so beautiful It's trash day and the air is beautiful Sweet and it's the first full moon in September Summer is dying and you won't say dead I'm here in the flesh and can't call it alive I'm too broken up I'm just trying to arrive I'm digging for the relics I want the bones I can become but I Could never call the effort over and done The air is beautiful and then we forget Like the end of summer Quiet after a brutal dawn By all means, take out the trash Ride upon the sinister wing I've seen those military rites A general stands in the place of mourning Generally to the left The air smells beautiful and then we forget Now step out Breathe in the heaven and hell It's trash day on a beautiful night Summer's end and we're alive