egointellimagination

the balance is so delicate...

my ego lives in a jar by the door

steeped in ancient holy water

deaf until the cap is unscrewed

and I have need

to summon arrogant powers.

I need him when I'm

playing supervisor at work

he helps me play guitar

every morning with coffee

and most of all

he bounces on my shoulder in rhythm

when I play drums with the jazz band.

 

I never wanted to control him, really

but he kept trying to run my life

nearly drove me crazy

trying to keep up

with his unreasonable demands

taking himself so seriously

he wanted to run the whole show.

 

my soul was taking imagination rides

only to return

not knowing where she had been.

I never denied her the trips.

I was concerned, however, she would not

find her way back home.

 

Down at AAA detective agency

you can get an overnight spy

for 59.95, great buy for a spy

and so I did.

I couldn't keep my intellect

from following them. He watched her

and the spy all through the night

trailed like a fox

and recorded notes like a cub reporter

sending me the read at city desk

before they returned.

Consequently, I never paid another 59.95.

 

My imagination is elated!

No more midnight interrogations ending in

tears and sorrow. My intellect is happy

with his job. They take some wild trips together!

 

Me? I write down everything

that happens to them

and call it poetry.

 

Now, my ego and I have a new hobby.

 

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

This is original writing on how to low down the ego. I think it was sweet, and the self irony in your poem was delicious. My favorite was the first stanza.. yes, I had to smile, you have woven here a plot. great ending. it's something special.

[Touché Armada]

A couple you know? No. Your ego is a him you keep tabs on? Man I only keep tabs on my supper ego and my Ids out of control LOL.. The egos the worst executive I've ever met in my life, but I'm not sure how to give him a pay cut. Nan this is one heck of a write, I'm not sure which way to go with it, its like to went into three of four themes here... Darn its like reading something I write 7 months ago or something, ummm what was the subject again? Though I think mostly it inner dialogue which is hard to understand sometimes.