upon contemplating how to access
a lapsed half century woolworth
didst weigh more\'n five and dime
afore i hove up existential ante
bell and clapper journeys
truncated, predicated, conjugated
on abundant buoyant chant
eyelids gently shuttered while seated
in an easy chair, a grant
from anonymously disposed rubbish
to schlep this accoutrement did enduce a pant
cuz, this mid dull ledged papa no spring rooster,
and now easily became ensconced with scant
exertion enveloped within comfortably numb
meditative state tant
a mount to hypnosis, which quickly quietly,
and quintessentially evoked bliss
stirred wordsmith hood succomb
to an altered state, analogous to virtual reality, a hiss
sans, remembrance of things past,
whereby with negligible mental effort wuss
sold magical mindbending arch, whereat a
(rainbow like emulation mode), this miss
sing Whoosh DID NOT require
much cerebral exertion from me
to pry loose avast treasure trove
of locked precious childhood memories
visited by hindsight aye could see
long since stowed away,
yet methought Xmas theme would re
mind this baby boomer prithee
(encased in nearly inpenetrable
thick gauzy cobwebs, and huge
droning spy ware spiders did flee
thence, with a figurative brush of hand,
a simulacrum curtain pulled back, whence glee
son shone vis a vis, cuz,
an illusory chink of light shed forth where he
upon forgotten one favorite
nursery rhyme lyrics, which faux holographic beam
recollected as if momentarily carried back
to me own ole Virginny hide deem
stood atop raised causeway immersed
golden raiment trickling threnody ream
hinged present with distant past,
that temporarily static surreal moment in time stream
the best part of existence, thence I became alive
from dormant state, an anachronistic meme
now, asper the following afore
alluded ditty hie now aim
harmoniously exultant exuding
humming bird of a boy,
whose unspoken name means gift, how came
I to share such minutiae (when original intent
bespoke zeroing to ground zero,
when this ache king hippie merely thought
to elaborate about Christmas excitement then),
which unexpected meandering bore me aloft back
to nursery school days and didst claim
thine parents on that namesake,
which elated mood in tandem with real
or imagined gurgling did frame
that moment reminded vision of particular words
and simple tune sang during along as a game
with make believe friends Harnie and Dinnie,
who would coon sitter this poem lame
joie de vivire, way before existence
teetered and tottered the brink of self shame,
whence psychological snowball effect,
no rhyme nor reason could tame!
Now adieu whilst rickey rockety
quirky one man team
doth recite the words while reveling poignantly
this pastiche long an unraveled seam
row row row your boat gently down the stream
merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream.