WILL CEFALO

Bittersweet Apple

I hate this godamn city
with it's unknowable rules
and unreachable promises.
This insane inhuman city that lets
you believe for awhile that
you are a human being
then jerks the cosmic rug
from under you and

somehow

leaves you with the guilt.
This city - a parent - giving
you it's unconditional
then taking away dessert
which is after all
your world.
This city like the ocean
which asks for nothing
and leaves you with less

or more.

This godless heathen city
where religion is lived and breathed
on not just sunday.

This city with it's swagger and lights
and million breaths-a-second and

blood

given
and
taken
and
earned
and
forgotten

This city with it's concrete heart
and
concrete soul
and maybe
some small place
carved in it for you.

This city that never sleeps
so
never dreams
but always moves
and moves
and moves
you.

This city where many
take what they want
most
get what they need
and all
swallow what they
are given

I think I'll stay awhile.


A Little Slice of Satori

truth will find you in strange places
like in the shower
or
while hitting your head
but never
on the ceiling where you stare
no matter how hard you look
at your bleeding fingertips
you won't find it
but
you can taste it when you
suck at the blood
I've never found truth between
a woman's thighs
but it can't hurt to double check
I've never found it in a bottle
but the same rule applies

No
the truth is under tables and
in between most things
in the spaces
in the pause

you'll find it.


Will C. is homeless/fearless/peerless and wry in NYC. He has internet access.
He has bitter thoughts. He has drugs and alcohol and humanity at his disposal. He
also has a strong sense that everything...everything...is going to be just fine .







2005 Underground Voices