Ivan Donn Carswell


iSuperwhirly/i


Superwhirly Turbine’ vents adorn
this roof as credos hyperbole in
‘doohickey’ ostentatious-ness

Given attic credence that hot air
will rise ‘til trapped the rationale
would seem to be defensible

That is until one creaked incessantly
moaned for no visceral elucidation
upheld by ordinary reasoning

So three severe trips into confines of
superheated dimly lit roof space and
a precipitously steep learning curve

At least the noise abates such that
sleep may patch together a few more
moments of repose contiguously

Intense discomfort and some grease
learned this home repair recalcitrant
to conquer fear – balance on a beam
© 26 October 2009, I. D. Carswell

Submitted: Sunday, November 08, 2009
Edited: Thursday, November 26, 2009

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