He went through all the stages
of confusion, one by one

First there was aural confusion
where he couldn’t hear his wife

Then there was olfactory confusion
where the kitchen garbage
smelled like rosemary and thyme

This was followed by visual confusion
where his underwear strewn about
looked like the patterns in the carpet

Tactile confusion led to some behavior
we can’t discuss at this time

But when it came to gustatory confusion
he was most unhappy
thinking his wife didn’t love him anymore

/ / /

This poem was written in response to the confused prompt at Poetic Asides.