The Spinal Staircase

sex seems to be the be-all
                               end-all of decisions
it could bring disease
                      but brace the sunrise
                                             in colors previously unseen
famine
        fracture
                 medicine

the winding river, entropy of stars (dying)
eroding the cells, from the surface (lusting)
a tidal wave, thrust into the earth
selfishly propagating

a failure,
a folly, the staircase
stumbling into the night

this corridor contains all the indecisions
that have been prematurely aborted
captured by a comet’s tail

burn the flesh of this, walking cadaver
inadequate, inexperienced
despicable lover

sex is more imagined,
than the body could make it, solely skin
upon the ground floor, gates to heaven and hell
crumble, they are only fantasy
crucified to disaster.