Unclimbed Stairways

Unclimbed Stairways by Odin Roark At the base of the stairs He lay on his back Upon his chest He propped his hero Peering up through GI Joe’s Stand-your-ground stance All seemed climbable Just like in the movies But he knew Summit of the stairs Was the attic That frigid place Lures of the forbidden With air suffocating its captivity Like his mother warned Such was the explanation Penned studiously by the doctor Connecting the dots Of thirty years subsequent The strategy of solipsism Where more forbidden climbs Ensnared him with madness And a padded enclosure The doctor thought he had control But the man/boy knew In front of him Just a mother in a cheap suit Warning Always warning Was Van Gogh warned? Was David Foster Wallace warned? Is the next Hoffman going to be warned? Check your stairways To the bathroom Safe To your bedroom Probably safe To the attic of adult life Oh my Caution Or Instinct Here we go