Lord of the Unintended spaces

When I was younger

On the way to school(which I hated)

I would look out the glass window of the bus- passing

And project myself into the cities accidental spaces

Places where puddles would form

Between houses

Beneath bridges

In shadow and soft light

Inches of space and seconds of time for passersby

Stages of externally mute and internally bright, escapist conquests

for those who might stray into them

Cooler there in the hot morning when the sun was rising(having wasted the night)

In vacant woods and houses

Places that remained unlit

Places with uneven and sloping ground

Places humming from the convergent friction of growth and decay

Places with plants encroaching on bricks and wood

Places with geological time encroaching on the pace of human diurnalism

Places suggesting physical but un-enthroned hierarchies:

High and low

Narrow and broad

Inside and outside

Moving and still

Places waiting for a young king -unafraid of death and unwed to the fixtures of economy

(now it feels like fear, then it was a longing)

Places still enough for the subtleties of energy to be felt

Places where you could be the dominant force, lord of the unintended spaces

Places to conduct a naïve sexual melancholy

From the seat of power in a purposeless dilapidated and thus unchallengeable kingdom

To the inside of homes marked for me with blood

Where I might present myself as a formative man to women waiting for me

While everyone is at work or school

And give life to my new intuitive forces,

with the despair and tentative authority of a young king besieged

Lying with woman whose beauty and human intelligence

Were not cruelty but warmth, giving bodily light in the darkness of accidental lives

Living seasonally indoors

Always in the dawn

waiting for me

Summers in the bedroom

Winters in the kitchen

A boy, eternally

Always thin and full in the accidental spaces

-Apes Blood