following an accident some years ago in which I sustained a traumatic brain injury, I still have occasional occurrences of this weird sensation. Sometimes the trigger is different but the sensation I experience is always the same. So I wrote this Haiku style poem to express my thoughts. Red refers to color not anger. The wires it seems in my brain are crossed. Does anyone one know a telephone repair person?

SYNAESTHESIA

Seeing red I smell

Sweet roasted nut confections

My brain is jumbled