Achaean News
Maybe
Written by: Grifter Zehl, Phaestean Forgemaster
Date: Friday, November 1st, 2002
Addressed to: Everyone
Maybe I can break each thought into its own line
so that everything about my poem is very clean
as I make more assumptions about people and evil
and begin my lines with "as"
Maybe if I write enough, I'll start to smell like a poet
perhaps if I force feelings on you
like a monkey throwing burning revolutionary feces
and beg every question
I will look like a poet
Maybe if I use every cliche in the book
and let slip the dogs of war until the cows come home
I'll seem original
or perhaps
perhaps poetry needs no revolution
perhaps the poet frees himself from
teeth-gnashing, hand-wrenching angst
when form is no longer
a constraint
but a tool
perhaps he is a poet
when words take on new meaning
and he takes language as a lover
and it seems clear to him that to break
a paragraph into lines
is not effective
on anyone
but
himself
this is the fire
which smoulders
behind every eye
and when it catches
hatred becomes
love and passion
--GZ
Penned by my hand on the 19th of Ero, in the year 319 AF.
Maybe
Written by: Grifter Zehl, Phaestean Forgemaster
Date: Friday, November 1st, 2002
Addressed to: Everyone
Maybe I can break each thought into its own line
so that everything about my poem is very clean
as I make more assumptions about people and evil
and begin my lines with "as"
Maybe if I write enough, I'll start to smell like a poet
perhaps if I force feelings on you
like a monkey throwing burning revolutionary feces
and beg every question
I will look like a poet
Maybe if I use every cliche in the book
and let slip the dogs of war until the cows come home
I'll seem original
or perhaps
perhaps poetry needs no revolution
perhaps the poet frees himself from
teeth-gnashing, hand-wrenching angst
when form is no longer
a constraint
but a tool
perhaps he is a poet
when words take on new meaning
and he takes language as a lover
and it seems clear to him that to break
a paragraph into lines
is not effective
on anyone
but
himself
this is the fire
which smoulders
behind every eye
and when it catches
hatred becomes
love and passion
--GZ
Penned by my hand on the 19th of Ero, in the year 319 AF.