A Career in Undercover

It's no surprise that I'm back here looking out over the river, painting thoughts, dripping memories, smearing streaks of the here and now across the canvas of a dull, overcast day. There was a time when I had ambitions to be an artist, high school dreams of a life in smoke filled studios, tee shirts and paint splattered Levi jeans. ( A la Jackson Pollock ) Fate though had me nine to five dressed in a suit, white cotton shirt and a tie. Over a long career I digested libraries of corporate jargon, studied the intricacies of office drill, the dark secrets of management all with consummate skill. To survive, I mastered the art of disguise and deflection as an undercover poet learns to do.