as a young man
he trained his mind
on the canvas
colour connectivity, abstractions, contemporary washes:
insubstantiality, the mainstream call
trashed by hard core servants
of traditional standards
he sold his works
to hotel chains
two or three to a room
twenty rooms to a level
fifteen plus floors
hundreds of lodgings’ globally
unacknowledged in art circles
he provided (they construed)
distractions for the jet set
fly in fly out
pictures on a wall
casual girl arse
no profile
in the collectors’ journals
million-dollar sting
they said
previously unpublished