Smells Never Come Back

I cannot recall how you smell
a part of myself must have died
trying to recover
from wounds upon high
but in the tunnels
of underwhelmed wonders
sits someone
I cannot ponder
since recall
flounders
pieces of troubled
surrounded in puddles
forgetting how he smelled
is becoming trivial
because that will never come back
socks in my hats
and joy in low levels
make your joy
forget what is expected
wipe out the rest
of the entire planet
in your mind
a criminal
a saint
but everything
is really just
paper machete