UNDER COVER AGENT .. .

facing up to the way things are
i am afraid
it is better to be alone
with a bottle and a book and a pen
and some notepaper
as an under cover agent

you cannot see me or where i hide
a ship in a bottle
waiting to capsize
tired of forming lies for what i do
an under cover agent
that much is true

honesty is beguiling
when you’ve been hiding
from the mob
an under cover agent
whichever way you say
i have to go away

numbers change upon my door
upon my phone
i am under cover agent
naught ever to be allowed home
identity undecided
with cracks upon my ceiling

the steps i take are old
under cover agents
learn the craft of deception
hide well our dependencies
our addictions and obsessions
which in turn become necessities

i, an under cover agent
not working for the mafia
or for the f.b.i.
or any gangster institution
i, a masked interloper
searching for ultimate solution