Wood burning stove weather

jogs memory of mine,

when I lived with parents

(way before their demise)

at 324 Level Road,

which residence long since razed,

cuz when me late papa

inched into the latter years of his eighties,

he could no longer maintain and sustain

grueling physical requisite energy

to maintain fixer upper

purchased February 28th, 1968.

Summer re: imagery evoked today

November twenty second 2023

now before scrolling down

reading about Old Man Winter

imagine I envision heat wave

prognostication likely months in the future,

one abominably hazy, hot

and humid sultry day,

when climate controlled central air

allows, enables and provides

man/woman made respite hooray,

a temperature regulated apartment,

whereby yours truly his head he doth lay

(under crocheted blanket)

quickly slipping into deep sleep;

the missus (madre) and her padre

(me) take a siesta

in my dream I take treadway

to Piccadilly Circus, London,

where surveillance cameras take x-ray

of suspicious character - Not Me,

while actually in reality

outside apartment b44 nor'easter

howls like bajillion banshees

vents wind chill factor

as temperature dips

into low single digits

I summon fire breathing

friendly quasi dragon

as acceptable substitute cue Barney

purple Tyrannosaurus Rex dinosaur

crackling flickering hearth,

yours truly snuggling

close proximity warming,

thawing, quelling...

cockles and muscles

atavistic visitations hover

brushes within subconscious

purring, mew zing catacombs

kickstarting, harkening,

dawning... Homo sapiens

lion eye zing forebears

dormant memories thaw

predators vastly outnumbered

scattered beastie boy bands

recherché representatives

toehold barely latched

precarious niche easily

activated evolutionary quirk

imperceptibly bumped uglies

begot robust progeny

offspring expanding comfort zones

penumbra expanding edge of night

dark shadows receding further

outer limits of twilight zone

phantasmagoric shifting shapes (hint...

think Plato's One Republic)

phantasmagoric shifting shapes

alluring, beckoning, daring...

establishing, foraging, growing...

harvesting, invoking, jabbering

kowtowing, livingsocial,

matchmaking tinder (ha)...

now lemme zip forward

bajillion years circa 1970's

British comedy troupe

nudge nudge wink wink,

know what I mean courtesy

Monty Python's Flying Circus

rollicking humorous sketches

oft times tackling primal urges

proto humans initially verbally grunted,

where guffawing laughter

rewarded survivalist basic instinct

temporarily staving rabid

quivering premonitions outside

creature comfort boundaries,

whereby Geico Caveman

will kindle tinder

remain till... dis ember

by George thoroughly appetizer,

viz good chilled Wren plus

Pheasant under glass

burns away hunger pangs.