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 and 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.