Four Mirrors

I've slumped in your chair Tossed and turned in your bed Lurked in your lair I have lived in your head Where others were closer No one is nearer As I glimpse you in me In the hallway mirror I've grabbed from the plate And I've stabbed with a knife On day one, my first date I slept with your wife My common-law stepmom I desire and fear her I compare you to me In the full-length mirror Sharing hair, forehead lines Scowling, worrying, thinking With a penchant for white wines A disposal toward drinking You had 'em, I got 'em I move my face nearer Broken blood vessels In the bathroom mirror And your doormen all know me It's not so bizarre So it shouldn't throw me To go move your car But the ghost of your father He couldn't be clearer He's there where he haunted you The rearview mirror --- Four Mirrors - Loudon Wainwright III