This might be horrible of me, but I think everybody has experienced this at some point in their life with a certain memorable person...
Lost
Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
- Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary
Avoiding eye contact, I charted my path to the door
but the waves always part for him and he glided easily
through the crowd to my side, a contented sigh falling
from his mouth to the floor like a ship dropping anchor.
Mundane comments swelled monotonous stories,
and as my feet foundered on a rolling deck of
disorienting drivel, the bile began rising in the back
of my throat. My distress flares fell sputtering, unnoticed.
He permitted a pause to try his drink, but i was already lost
in the fog of his fulminations, helpless spectator as the evening
ran aground on rocks of ridiculous rhetoric.
Politely excusing myself, I lowered a lifeboat into
roiling waters
and rowed
awkwardly
away.
-RAH
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