New Poems: Waka written on Facebook walls (5-7-5-7-7)

to gabriella:

revealing

you spill the contents
of my poems until there are
none left to decode:
tell me, what do i mean and
how shall i say it, this time?

----

to k:

Here and There

Come Monday, church hats
no longer signal your faith,
but rather, your style.
Let us wear them one by one,
and drink champagne in Chelsea.

----

to joey:

decordova

how can i forget
the look of you, wearing just
suspenders, pants held
up by elastic, taking
pictures in the sculpture park.

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to sonnet:

to hold

went to atlanta
in my dreams, drenched in olive
and dark curls, who fooled
me into seeing what was
never really there--?


(the above poem is a tsuru, which as some of you may remember, is a form sonnet and i invented in paris. it has the same structure as a traditional waka, 5-7-5-7-7, but as an homage to the waka's roots in the haiku, the final line is both 5 and 7 syllables, taking the final two from the title.)

Draft 2 (Thomas Assignment #1)

Elementary

History: This is exact as I get.
So perfectly put
I don't know
the question. Color-

coded maps line walls,
pastel puzzle pieces:
Africa
without topography
without division,
a continent of one color.

How fucked up I am:

Vulnerable.
Mistaken all the goddamn time.
Trained
in exactitude. Formal
language and page numbers.

Can't cry correctly.
Can't penetrate cellophane
bound round my brain
struggle

to reach others,
trying to tie knots.