Stranger in a Strange Land

Feeling like an imposter

dropped from a spaceship.
it’s a harsher,

harsher world to get lost in—faster
than you could ever blink.
If you feel like an imposter,

it’s no wonder;
still, why (watching ice-lollies drip
warsh-water

from the gutters)
are you so convinced
you’re an imposter?

Because you refuse the abuser.
You gave up whiskey
years ago because it proved too harsh a

master; nevertheless, your alabaster
soul is gob-smitten
by this sense you’re an imposter
and the world’s a buzz-harsher.