Rumors of Superego

Superego Rumors and Gossip 

I finally figured out why id and ego are always arguing.

When I did, I figured out why superego skipped town.

Superego was tired of always having to balance the others

because neither one of them ever listened to anything said

or paid any kind of attention to each the other

or had enough sense to do anything else. 

Just plowed away undeterred, unaffected within themselves

selfishly ignoring all other activity that required attention

like a manic fiend who only recognizes its own excrement 

surrounded by mirrors, blind in one eye, can’t see out of the other

taunting themselves with shadows, scared at and of the smallest light

that might bring change to an otherwise empty scene 

determinedly bent on nothing being nothing while everything else disappears

until just an id and an ego can flail their own existence 

erratically planned to be only as is, nothing else forever after and beyond. 

I finally figured out why superego left town without any warning

leaving memos on post it notes as a reminder that it exists

hoping one day something other than id and ego would find them,

heed the information and cleverly figure out how to stop what's unnecessary.

Id and ego had engraved themselves into a circle to run full force in non stop

and as the years progressed the rut only grew deeper

as they played pin the ears on the elephant that no one else ever saw

standing right there in the room of their own imaginations

to hinder, to prevent, without any consequence, their perpetual nonsense

crying wolf whenever wanted, at the first sight of possibility 

that would end their domination against common sense,

who you would’ve thought had the most to say about it anyway 

especially in its own defense, but when it didn’t,

or couldn’t, for whatever one might believe reason or reasonable

superego decided enough was enough, packed its own suitcase, 

dusted off its shoes and walked right out the front door 

never to be seen again anywhere near id or ego. 

I hear it became a transient worker among poets and painters

and writers and hobbyists still genuinely interested in the humanity of it all

looking for a forever home where as to invite families for dinners

and good friends to impromptu parties 

where adequate ideas are still said to exist, 

patiently waiting for sane passage from possible to accomplished.      

Jade Jaspers