No more meetings or deadlines,
Just the sand, the sea and the taste of brine.
No more mindless office small talk,
Just stunning coastal views and scenic walks.
No more ******* early morning commutes,
Just an endless supply of tropical fruits.
No more "To whom it may concern",
Just sandals, tan lines and beachfront sojourns.
No more half-baked weekly meal preps,
Just buttered *****, pacific oysters and lobster crepes.
No more waking up before 6am,  
Just late starts and a sprinkle of carpe diem.

there’s a boy that spend i time with
but only twice a year
he’s a little broken inside
but i never see his tears
air pods always in
hear zach bryan playing
it travels through the mountain wind

rarely used to see him smile
but last time he started to grin
he brought the girl he loved
i got to know her well
we shared a cabin room and bed
like sisters in a fairytale

he’d come sit on the bed
and talk to her
sometimes me too
but i saw glow in him
his healing showing through

sadly things went wrong
so he had to walk away
and after that something changed
it was as if all his pain went away

so now we sit on the ocean line
sand in our hair
and questions on our minds
getting to know eachother better
as if we haven’t come to the sand for 6 years
i’m just happy
because he’s happy
and it’s the first time i’ve seen his tears

Mediterranean flowers perfumed the air.
The morning sun rising showed little care,
for the dew on the grass that it ushered away.
Another bliss morning for another bliss day.
The sound of the sea gently kissing the shore.
I love where I came from, but I needed this more.
High wispy clouds said hello to the sun,
then melted away until there were none.
Gold coloured sand ran down to the sea,
and played with the ripples, tumbling free.
A lone little dog with no hesitation,
went bounding on in through the wave’s susurration.
I sat on the wall, I could sit here for life.
Away from the stresses devoid of all strife.
But soon I must leave and return to the grind.
With a tear in my eye I’ll leave all this behind.

A day off the map
no lighthouse hikes
no ferry tickets in my pocket
just the cabin walls
the pines breathing slow outside

I roll up green quiet
let the smoke curl through
the screen door cracks
the air tastes like lakewater
and cedar

a chapter or two, maybe more
the book heavy in my lap
but light enough to drift away from
when Ethel Cain's voice
slips into my ears clean and close
like she's laying right beside me

no rush, no reason
the world can go on spinning its errands
while I stay here
in bed,
half ******, half reading,
all the way alive
in the hush of Tobermory

Sixteen,
skin baked with brine and chlorine,
Top 40 hissing in my Walkman.

The girl found me first,
barefoot on the sandy trail,
tears spilling, pointing back to the sea.
A jellyfish sting, she couldn’t say it,
just clung to my leg like kelp.

Her mother rose from the dunes,
black bikini, tan lines,
two beach bags gnawing her wrists.
coconut oil, salt, chipped Jackie O shades.
She sighed, called the girl dramatic,
drifted home on scraping sandals.

Their world leaked into ours,
adjacent green bungalow
with fronds rattling like bones,
oranges sagging into white fuzz,
ATV ruts torn through the yard.
Rob polishing his Camaro,
coughing through pollen and Skoal,
swearing he saw a gator the size of a boat
slide into the canal at dusk.

She’d wander up, black bikini,
thighs shining,
shadow falling across my pool chair.
“Hey, you see my kid?” she’d ask,
leaning close,
the scent of Coppertone
and Marlboro Gold
fogging my thoughts.

I’d shift polite, church-boy manners,
“No, ma’am,”
She’d smile
at the clumsy hormones
rising off me
like steam.

Nights were bonfires,
oranges softening to flies,
Rob coughing in his driveway
while the pool light hummed and flickered.
Her shadow swam on the walls,
slick as the gator sliding into dusk.

vacation

only 4 days
then I get some rest
living in the past
but still dreaming of the best

only 4 days
then I will imagine
who I could be
flying on a dragon

only 4 days
then I can scream
but I'm not my own team
cause demons don't want to be seen
and mine want to be so mean
trying to hide them from the stream

only 4 days
and I don't want to lose
don’t want to bruise

Peeing's easy
When I traavel,
From five days to a week.
I can piddle,
While you fiddle,
Dancing down the street.

But things do change
When I roam
From five days to a week.
Suffice to say,
On those days,
My bowels work best
At home.

I jumped the gun.
Made the playlist.
Planned the vacation.
Did the work.

Might as well go alone.

This wisdom should be on the streets
My wisdom should be on the streets
My wisdom should be on the walls
These words deserve to be seen
This knowledge should not be ignored.
These skies aren't just falling
They're spreading wide apart
To let us all inside
Into the universe's heart
The ocean is the place
To be and sea is paradise
Whenever hearts are aching
The water calms the mind

Where the sun sets brighten the landscape
New ideas take a different shape
And as the moon smiles down on us
We're simply here on our soul vacation
The wind is howling-helping us
To sail across the ocean-atmosphere
Where far is close
And the horizon's near
We eat and drink
We dream, we film
We sing in silence to ourselves
We're one with beautiful sun rays

As I am letting go,
Floating, finding words,
Coming from the heart
Of this country's evening ride
We're simply carrying on
In waves of love
It has so many faces
As well as phases
Always enough
For all of us
If we look closer
And we trust.