Afternoon Delight – a poem

“Afternoon Delight”
A 70s song about sex
An underappreciated
Afternoon delight?
Cocktails while the sun shines

Not at a sporting event
Or at the beach
But in a tavern
With a cute bartender
(Quite often, actually)

The intent is not
To get laid
(Although it happens)
But to be free
Of the drudgery
Of the job

The delight diminishes
If you’re still glued
To your stool
After the sun has set

You’ll realize that
Tomorrow

“Knowing Someone” – a poem

Who “really” knows another?

Almost no one.

They may think so.

They might know them

More than most.

But, “really” know?

I once gave a homeless person

A sandwich, a blanket and

A hundred dollars

On a cold winter’s night.

I once gave a friend

Five hundered dollars

So she wouldn’t go to jail.

Just one condition.

Fuck me.

She still has no rap sheet.

You think you know me?

Which did I do?

Maybe both?

How about neither?

People who say

“I know you so well”

Are full of shit.

People who say

“You know me so well”

Are also full of it.

“I know you better

Than you know yourself.”

How the fuck

Is that even possible?

I don’t know anybody

“Really well.”

I don’t want to know

Anybody that much.

It’d be a colossal

Waste of time.

I do know this

(confidently certain).

Nobody knows anybody

As well as they think.

Lying, a poem

I lie.
A lot.

Some days
I’m a millionaire.
Some days
A struggling artist.

I’ve visited
A hundred countries
Or only three.

Oh, the lies
I’ve told…
About the things
I’ve done
(on every continent)
The gorgeous women
I’ve had.
(can’t count them all)

Lying is exciting.
And harmless
(in my case).

Why lie?
Because
The truth is
Somewhere
In the middle.
And the middle
Is boring.

Except for
An eclair.