Wood burning stove weather

Summer re: imagery evoked today

February sixteenth 2022
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 remain till... dis ember

by George thoroughly appetizer,
viz good chilled Wren plus

Pheasant under glass

burns away hunger pangs.