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C. Omaña Villanueva
Camilo Omaña Villanueva is a Filipino-American educator, beginning poet and writer. He is originally from Atlanta, Georgia. He teaches at Nagoya University of Foreign Studies in addition to his role as President of Atlanta English School. See Writing Page 2.
9/11
9/11
Wake up
I can’t
Mom said
America is being
Attacked. Many dead
Sacked
I wanted to go back
To sleep. Dreaming
Of some other place
Not here. Woke up
New York. Buildings falling
I wanted to wash
My face
Ash covering
Every body
Revenge. Wanna fuck
Those guys up
Who did this shit
No way to fix it
Went to work and
No one was there
Just my boss and his
Indelible stare
Will remember this
I thought. Remember where
I was when the two
Planes hit
The twin towers
At this ungodly hour
Every bit
7/9/23
absent;
Absent;
Doctor found a new one
There. This one
Tells me to breathe
Deep
To embrace the
Death
The feeling in my veins is
I already lost this game
What are you doing?
My son Tyler asks me
Sitting at home
I’m trying to write a poem
2023/2024
air
Air pump
Oxygen
Blow
Wind tunnel
Up
My nose
Touch
The point of view
In my mind
Clear away
The tapestries of dirt
2023/2024
A Poem for Yukio Mishima
About
I wrote this poem over 10 years ago and have been tweaking it ever since. I read it at various readings in Nagoya. It has never been published though I have tried. So I publish it here. This version is from 4/30/2020. Enjoy.
Last Samurai
Sun
On steel
Blade
Sharpened
The roof
Your stage
Rusted
All assembled for
Your show
You
The writer
The curio
The sickened hunk
Earthy
And possessive
The last and lonely guardian
Of a lost
Empire
Your pen
Mightier than
Sword
Tightly wound
In hachimaki
Seppuku
To finish a death poem:
Pro patria mori
Your head sliced
o ff
For love of
Country
Are you pan?
Are you Pan?
That God of the forest?
In Japan
You are bread, best
Eaten before the expiry
What happens at the end
Of the world? Will we
Still be us, or bend
Into something new,
Something exotic,
Like a giant wasp-ant
That is the color blue
Sweetly esoteric
With nothing it can’t
Undo.
2023/2024
a woman in a bikini (the serial killer)
A woman in a bikini
Lying on rocks beside
A river. She was hitchhiking for a ride
Then came across me, in a teeny
Volkswagen bug
She didn’t want to get in
So I clubbed her, no sin
Just wanted a hug
Stomped her and made her wear
The little thong
The tight white bra
Chained her hands and had a tear
Kept thinking if this was wrong
I’ll drop her in Alhambra.
7/19/23
big
Big Mac on the tongue
Creamy sugary coffee to
Sweep away the savories.
Time to catch the bus to
Work. The 17:10. 17:10.
2023/2024
denny's
Denny’s
Near midnight
Elevator music on repeat
Doors shutting
Bells ringing
Voices at the レジ
Another coffee?
Another coffee
Need to sleep
Wake up
Then go to work
The wheel is rolling
Keep it rolling
When it stops we all
Fall down
2023/2024
レジ= “reji,” a cash register
e
E Excitable Elegantly Exactingly unstable
Effortlessly
moving
through
life
Envious
of such
fucks Easing while others deal with strife A
group
of swans
in a
world
of ugly
ducks E is a magic Letter Let it fly Watch it lie
2023/2024
Food
Food
On the plate
Wasted
People starving
In Africa
And in New Hampshire
With my long arms
I reach
Across the room
And pick up the toast
And sling it at
The departing diners
Oh, how they howl
Like a wolf on
A full moon
They howl with
Teeth covered in gravy
3/23/24
going
Going
To a meeting
Going to get sober
Talk into my ears
And out
My mouth
Going to a meeting
To meet other drunks
Like me
They think I’m going to steal their money
I volunteered to hold it
Fuckers
Going to a meeting
And wife hates it
Complains a shit
Load but doesn’t want me drinking again
Said she’d leave me
Believe me
I want to die would rather be dead
Than be this person
My head won’t let me get out of it
So I write this to you to help me
Through
7/2/23
I'm getting
I’m getting
Tired of writing
This shit every
Day. It gets old
Repetitive penning
About my envies
And what’s forgetting
Memories and sightings
In my life, the told.
My letter g looks crazy
The letter y goes pretty
Far too, almost to the sea
I want to be a poet
Tell me how
Raze this building
Tear down these walls
Make lightning in a bottle
Talk of the fall
7/17/23
ink
Ink
On paper
What good
Is it etching on rock
Will likely last longer
Why scribble anyway
Is it to appease
Your mood
To mock some idiot
Better to breath the air
Vapor think shut up
The mouth than drip
Stupid ink on paper
7/7/23
i stopped
I stopped
Writing. I don’t know
Why. A brain cell popped
Need more oats to sew
Wanna get on a boat
And go far far away
Or surround myself with a moat
A castle, for 10,000 days
Severing things
Realizing things
Repairing things
With myself.
No one else.
8/25/23
silence. the world ends
The students in class
sit and chat toge-
ther. They exchange glan-
ces. Bows of the head.
They stretch their legs for-
ward, locking knees. I
see one student ask-
ing what what what? He
wants to know what some
others are laughing
about. He sits in
silence. The world ends.
6/18/24