Two Souls in One Body
With me an extra self comes. He is gray,
Not blond, just like a Troy Donahue
Has been grayed out. The PC’s bright array
Goes dim as if a mist damped down the view
Of Surfside 6. This self hulks, wrinkled, in
The background or takes over like a creased
Ghost where none can see me now, a thin
Excuse for what I used to be. I’ve ceased
When he is in the room. He casts a pall
Across my skin and skeleton, my shape
That used to be. I’m like a mumbling drawl.
He’s like my soul, a specter in a cape.
He looms inside me sending out a blear
That veils me, uglified. I watch him lear.