Son of a Beach (song)

got a fish from the sea
and a frying pan
got a red hot fire
on the cold white sand

got a breeze from the sea
and nothing but time
got a bottle full of rum
and a coke and a lime

got a girl that i love
and my dog by my side
gonna take out the boat
for a sunset ride

got everything i need
in a tent and a pack
left that city life
and i'm never going back

CHORUS:
let's chill on the beach till the day we die
alone in this paradise you and i

Phone Call

I see your name in black and gray on my phone

It's like holding a match an inch away 

From a crumpled newspaper in the dark

I hold my breath with hesitation and trepidation

You worm through my brain into the softest parts

Sadness, love, security, and violence all wrapped into one

My mind does not know what to do with your insincere love

Snake oil salesman in a coat of diamonds and warm like the sun

I pick up the phone.

Family

I always went to people’s houses and envied their families

Analyzed the smiling faces staring from black frames on white walls

Pack your swirling emotions snugly into a shiny rectangle

No one argues with a pretty picture wrapped in silver

I’d like to hang a photo of my husband holding me when I am cold

A photo of him doing my laundry or baking my favorite pumpkin bread

When I cried for no reason and he consoled me with hugs and soft kind words

I wish someone had snapped those shots.

Because looking at those photos would fill my heart with love.

And I don't know if a wooden frame could contain them.

Family is a feeling.