SYNESTHETIC LUNATIC

A POEM BY: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

A Synesthetic Lunatic is intensely born,
when the infamous 3 provocatively touch the tongue.
Consonants of laughter have suddenly sprung,

as a vivid patchwork of staining tones changes form.

Its asperity hazily pervades the airwaves of thought.
My senses now seem to stand aloof from their meaning.
What are these strange colors I am now listening to?
And this funny distinct odor they´re leaving behind?
I try to grab them, but they all seem to vanish away.
Wait a minute! My senses have really gone astray!
I am really thinking in disarray!
Is it all too late to reminisce today?
Will my memories irrevocably decay?
A temporary lapse of consciousness takes place.
And the colors... they have grown terribly sour.
They don´t sound, or feel or look the same.
Their puzzling effect will be felt in the following hour,
no matter how loud I may scream or shout.
They might even send me to la-la-land!
Why then have I dropped the infamous three?
Maybe because I could´nt stand my look and feel.

Perhaps distorting my senses would´ve re-shaped myself.
That´s why the Synesthetic Lunatic became real.
To free myself from self-loathing hell.

All Rights Reserved - 2007 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.