Solidarity's Mistake and My... -------------------------------------------
“Solidarity’s Mistake and My Showdown with Rockefeller”
So listen up
I’ve held these words in too long
watching you and her and me and them fall, fail
unfazed, I save up selfish verses
that are too feeble to come out.
I sit on kitchen floors
(still warm though it’s the dead of winter)
watching the water seep out
of refrigerators left on too long
but somehow I can’t understand the words you’re speaking
and my emotions seep out
like some overripe apple that can’t be split in half.
Worrying once again that my thoughts are clichéd
and ill-written I stop myself from writing them
or thinking them out loud
(settling to judge the work of others—
citing excuses that the form is outofplace
and the content is mediocre—)
but some see through it
and still allow me to flounder around
papers on Chinese Immigration,
letting my imagination harness itself to the
My hours of outpouring result in paragraphs
so small we can’t read them
and she tries to explain what I know I can explain
but my eyes have glazed over from trying to read
my paragraphs on Rockefeller and
people long dead.
Solidarity’s demise reminds
of the words I’ve written
too small to read.
Except in stanza four, it felt a little bit like you were showing off, not really writing, just wanting everyone to think that you know something. A little too metaphysical-poet debate for me to enjoy it.
I really loved the second line in stanza two. In fact, that entire stanza is excellent.
And of course, the end is just perfect. I can't even put it into words.