'Add' Nauseum

I derive no pleasure from talking with a young woman simply because she has regular features. - Thoreau

Go tell it on the mountain.

'Cuz her hills don't care.

Vent.

Talking to a wall gets  you nowhere.

"I'll always lend an ear," she said.

Deafness a virtue.

A shoulder to cry on turned out to be a mighty cold one.

Always doing exactly as she said.

Things never quite adding up.

Except for nauseum.

A figurative, black widow.

Queen of innuendo.

Always remembering to dot her eyes.

Never crossing her tease though.

I guess looks really can kill.

With my heart trampled and soul pallid.

The only thing I ever got was her recipe -

"Don't put too much mayonnaise in the rat salad ..."

Author's Note

"When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality." - Thoreau

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Vent indeed, Pete, and a pretty stressful one: seems true thoughts hidden but a torrent of hurts dribbling. Nasty times. Hopefully about to turn away and forget what neither of you should deign to remember. Would like to think of this as make believe... and, can be erased.. lost.. .

[Pete]

lol. mostly fictional - just having a little poetic fun (good to shake things up a bit every once on a while). does speak to bad relationships though. perhaps in my subconscious there are still remnants of real life - i've learned (the hard way) to never underestimate female wiles. ... :)

[emmajoy]

Don't doubt that we collect moss on life;s rolling stone, Pete. In the past, have felt similar with one or two masculine whatever they are!!

[barleygirl]

Even tho I appreciate your ramped-up rant about some self-absorbed vamp, the more notable aspect of this poem are your amazing word twists, so well crafted, & causing the reader to stop in one's reading tracks & ponder the beauty of your creativity: "never quite adding up. Except for nauseum" . . . "dot her eyes" . . . "crossing her tease" . . . your mind is a fountain of wordplay & brain tease! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Pete]

sometimes there's a fine line between creativity and insanity - not sure which is at work here (wink, wink). thanks for reading as always ... :)

[R.E. Ray]

Pete, my caveman brain, temporary as it is, couldn't escape that photo as I read your poem. This is genuine art, the whole package, and delivered from an experienced and wise man. I probably shouldn't comment further. I never know who's watching and reading. :)

Exceptional work! (I wonder if Thoreau would become speechless, if he were that man on his knees.)

[Pete]

lol. are you afraid of being struck blind? i can't be that wise because i've fallen prey to feminine wiles. from the first quote, mr. t definitely had an eye for the ladies. thanks r.e. ... :)

[R.E. Ray]

Umm, no comment. And, you're welcome.

[andrew mitchell]

What a fun read Pete, excellent poetry I love the sarcasm lol.

[Pete]

lol. thanks andrew. i hope you never follow that recipe ... :)