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Saturday, August 23, 2014

Orange is the color of pain

Blue cats and chartreuse kittens are
careening through my mind.
My ears have seen the truth and now
my nose is going blind.

I sense yellow p’s, purple fives
and bitter smelling sounds.
I’m hearing colors, tasting shapes,
perception’s out of bounds.

I have oval Thursdays, orange pain
and brain lobes with no fences.
I taste your voice and see your scent;
I’m multiplexing senses.

It’s half past square and sounding cold,
this wind’s a dreadful hue.
I’d paint your questions for you but
I’m feeling rather blue.

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