DELIVER...MOVE ON

 

To be honest,

he really did not have a sense

of wanting anything,

but to be left alone.

He didn’t ask for attention,

shunning it instead.

It was at his heart,

his nature,

not to divulge

his inner feelings,

they were his and his alone.

Should anyone get too close,

it was curtains,

drawn from the inside,

and they were no longer lit.

There was no ‘getting through to him’

because there was no target.

There might be,

at best, a tangent,

more likely a Wall,

and you would not storm

these bulwarks successfully.

So why try?

Time is valuable,

no time for this pot 
of stew to brew,

got things to accomplish,

not mess with matters

other than 
the chore at hand.

That’s what matters.

All that matters,

All else is hokum.

Pokin’ up a rectum…

butt nothing to see.

So he dances

from project to project,

relishing the prospects

of a job well received,

it’s all he needs,

be agile, 
use guile 
… nimble, lucid, articulate. 

Deliver…

Move on.

Deliver…

Move on.

V