I must be schizophrenic but I caint say four shore.

There's this other Other that writes poems as if I'm not sitting here. He makes me write things that I.don't understand
he sits on my shoulder. Pushes my hand like a Houdini illusion
Pops up unannounced and bounces.
Works at his leisure.
Comes and goes as he pleases.
I think Im schizophrenic.