The Doppelganger She

I was once seen on one’s graveyard Strumming an old guitar with a beer in one hand I asked, “What was I wearing?” “A clown’s”, the woman said, “and a cross lay flat on your chest.” On a clowny day a white-clothed cried “I think I saw you next to the baby’s’s crib.” “What was I wearing?" went in my head. “A priest’s,” she said, then a puppet clung in your neck.” On a priesty day, “You were that man!” Said she gasping while a run. “You hung your head, Oh belfry man!” Then bellowed she, “Oh belfry man!” On a gaspy day, in a purring crowd I passed A woman lay naked on a road’s side Pieces that woman accused me of possessing Cross, puppet, white long garments the dead's hand clasping! © Glenn L. Sentes Written for Matt Caliri's Contest DOPPELGANGER July 5, 2011