Id
By Craig Kirchner
The constant conversation within seems
friendly most of the time, but it always
involves negotiation between Id and
his superego – ego usually sits this out,
saving his talents for confrontations
with regular folks and family.
While often prurient, there is also banter
about every occurrence and project,
all must be homogenized to conform
with the canons set forth deep in
the realm of parental guidance, moral
underpinning and perceived norms.
There never seems to be downtime,
half-asleep the talks continue
and not much is ever resolved.
The world inside where this takes place,
is best viewed in the dark, eyes closed,
replayed and in slow motion.
I sing the lyrics of the last song I heard
trying to keep a tune and take a break from
the tiring give and take about everything.
It is often mentioned that meditation
could provide some needed relief
but the time and place never seem right.
It is 4 in the morning, the consensus
is to try again to get some sleep.
Insomnia and mortality are both discussed.
There is an agreement, nothing is forever,
and a dream is needed. Id is unquestionably sure
that something important has been repressed.
Craig is retired and living in Jacksonville because that’s where his grandchildren are. He loves the aesthetics of writing, has a book of poetry, Roomful of Navels and has been nominated three times for Pushcart. He was recently published in Decadent Review, Chiron Review, The Main Street Rag, Hamilton Stone Review, The Wise Owl and dozens of others. He houses 500 books in his office and about 400 poems on a laptop. These words tend to keep him straight.