A Fever Dream

Another instance of a mind losing grip but I am very fond of this lady. While having lost most of her mind, she has kept her guile.

                  Fever Dream

                On woolen feet
             creeps madness in,
              with little warning
             and less reasoning,
             unless it’s from that 
           lovely smoked herring
              with marshmellow,
                wasabi and soy?
                   I cannot say.

               I will not divulge
                my extravagant,
    deliriously outrageous recipes.
            They are proprietary,
              and most certainly
               not your concern.
                     If I were to
               let slip my secret,
          it would not be to such
         an untrustworthy hound,
                 “oozing charm
                from every pore.”
                You would steal
        the pennies from my eyes,
                the very threads
                from my shroud.

           Howsomever, you are
               a beguiling thing
                so I will just say,
          “Come visit me again
               and we shall see.
         Perhaps with a lingering
               kiss on my cheek,
              I might just divulge
                my finest recipe.”

Nod to Jay Lerner who wrote, “oozing charm from every pore/ he oiled his way around the floor.” From the song “You Did It”, from “My Fair Lady”