Jangling 'round my head,
a jouska, following the usual thread.
'round and around in circles I go.
A one-sided conversation, I know, I know!
It can't be helped, this dialogue of one.
I wish, at least, that it were fun.
The control is all mine, in this mono-dialogue.
Ha! ...and of course it has ended up on my blog.
I've reduced you, first, to words in my head.
Oh, I wish that it were somewhere else, instead.
Reduction continues, it plays along.
You've become a binary code, it seems just plain wrong.
Once you were a man, flesh, blood and bone,
but now you're nothing (just bits of code).
and I am alone.
Alone.
one
jouska n. a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head--a crisp analysis, a cathartic dialogue, a devastating comeback--which serves as a kind of psychological batting cage where you can connect more deeply with people than in the small ball of everyday life, which is a frustratingly cautious game of change-up pitches, sacrifice bunts, and intentional walks.
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