Roofin’ on a hot day about noon;
reeling—hope that I ain’t gonna swoon.

It’s feels as if I’m wearing a wool sweater,
and up high on this roof I am not tethered—
it’s a high place—don’t to be earthward-
movin’ down the incline that’s acute,
ruin’ would I be—screaming then mute.

I oughta get some water into me—
best if treated electrolytically.
Don’t want to end up falling to the street from
roofin’ on a hades afternoon.
Reeling and on the verge of a swoon.
Whoa!....

I’m afraid that it’s a too-sunny day;
it’s making me feel in a funny way.
Hot shingles make me feel like a filet.
I’m on the apogee and could fall rapidly,
bruisin’ as I’m slidin’ down the roof;
crusin’ with EMTs who’re aloof—
emote? Oh no.

suin’, though I F’d up.