Other, Poetry


Some may mere
Some may smear
Some may cheer
Some may sneer
All will fear

I am standing here
At the beginning of my own holy year
I see my former drear
My future career
And my fugacious fear

Will I adhere
And disappear 
In this premier
Of grievous fear

Solely because I fear?


I will not cohere
I will appear
Against this atmosphere
Of sheer fear

I sheer my own fear
Before reaching the frontier
I only see, crystal clear

Some are sincere
Some are compeer
Some are revere
Some are charioteer
All have uprear

Now, hold my beer