Fevers Frenzied Dreams

When I'm ill inside this body, the dreams turn eclectic, Fantastic montages inside that dark passageway: When I had the whooping cough, The Death- lives- in- your- lungs- now virus I dreamed one feverish night, of a place entirely white- Every wall and piece of furniture and clothing and utensil Everything there, a bright, unsullied white. Probably should have been wondering, am I dead yet? And next I found myself on a shuttle, about to do it's regular Flight to the moon, for the spendy, Interplanetary travel craving sort of man: I sat down next to a coin operated newspaper dispenser- And I inserted some coins A noisy vacuum came on to suck the coins down Before they could clamber back out Under the zero gravity of the space bound ship. I always thought I should patent that quick Before they actually invent it. During a brief illness, I once dreamed of walking to the front door Opening it, I sensed a huge gust of wind swirling around I tried to hold onto the door frame but it was no use It grabbed me- whisked me up in the air and away, twenty feet high- I gave up the ghost then and finally woke up!