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.
