Return of the Reluctant

Notes to the Undertaker

He's perceived as a bad man, but his heart patters put and he rarely announces his unspoken acts. The fact is: this guy hasn't a hope in hell, not your scam anyway. He's a dreamer, but that don't stop him. He'll accomplish more 'neath this phantasmagorical scope than you'll sneeze in a single day. He forgets things that are basic and remembers things that aren't so simple. People remember this and attribute it to a floppy memory, a deviant, a presence to avoid. He tries to calibrate. He cares. His intentions are honorable. Get him going and his ears will flap right open. He's curious about you and your life. Too bad you can't trust him because you're terrified of his toe-tapping, which ain't so evil really. Just different. And so you and he won't swap so much as an emotional strand. You think it's a quid pro quo, but, no, it's just a harmless eccentricity, coiled particles pulsating in tin foil he has no problem wrapping around his head and heart. Or throwing caution to the wind like Rosalind Franklin. Depends on the circumstances. He has an extant ethical core that's downright batty. Certainly when he stumbles into conversations. Knee-deep in guano, but with a smile. He has to be real, dammit. He's passionate, of that you can be certain. But he'll never drop trou in quicklime.