You were always an impostor – on the street
pedestrians seem surprised to see you
and not exactly pleased. Your liberal irony
finds every argument’s vanishing point.
The aperture blinks. You take it all back.
When opinions fluctuate like shaky stocks
against your company’s chameleon backdrop,
who can resist the shot beauty of overstatement?
Yet these false moves are compiled
somewhere over the horizon – grey laundry
heaping like dense cloud. It topples
overhead – you find your self precarious
in the shadow of a massive oversight.
