# the ego

the ego, i suppose, is like an old senile god
being chased by harrowing hounds
they run after him, noses to the ground
like careless murderers,

they do not care if they run him down
since it is boring killing fictions
the ego is so old and senile now,
he offers so little resistance


David McLean has an e-chapbook, a chapbook on sale at Erbacce Press. He has a full length poetry collection at Whistling Shade Press out in April 2008. There are round 500 poems now in or forthcoming in just over 210 mags. Details are at his blog. He's always been an ugly motherfucker, but he doesn't care.