the synesthetic week

wednesday is indigo blue
unlike tuesday which is a pale yellow…
sunday is lilac and tastes like coca cola
as monday is brown
the church tastes like doughnuts
the keyboard smells of train stations

rewired, i guess,
something plugged the visual feed into my olfactory nerve
and it kinda works…strangely
it’s nice to taste a tune
or hear a colour
see a sound

a bit
like a bat
pinging a view of the world
with sonar
(submarine noise)


High Street Hoosick Falls

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