Ozytrumpdias (evolving draft)

I found American echoes of silence in sand,
splintered bits of time beyond what we know
troubled, poor shadows of pure distress and guns
half sunk behind a rising maga-ish red sun,
a sliver of wrinkled lip of total command
carved on a bit of trampled bloodied sand,
a golden lip without knowledge of tune or song,
no sense, just scars on heartless buried bones.
With so many visits from the most gorgeous of birds,
why is our world so fully peppered with turkey turds?

I have Brothers and Sisters

I ain't fast enough typing to know what I meant yesterday.
Eight-balls careen from every corner before my polka stick
strikes a tonic chord. I am mostly a swirling idiot of motion
with too much emotion attempting to learn tomorrow's trick.
I have marched in step and I have paused after refreshment
without learning shtick about the mumbling bumbling moment
of brethern smiling and waving from passing flagged ships.
The distance of their salutes and smiles was not surprising;
sun to starboard and their salutes to port was prize enough.

Bike Ride on a Hot Windy Day

Sometimes I see best without a fat pen in hand:
just a bike ride through wetlands I've never visited.
Nothing much going in, pockets of world coming out.
Sometimes we have to go to know where we want to go.

When to Shut-up and when to Wing-Out

I ain't gonna wait until I have more to say;
I did that for lotta years and never spoke.
I'm gonna watch for the sun to come up
and see the moon float at apex above our stars
then maybe I'll talk, but don't get me started;
I've got weeks and years to wait out another day.
You can sing this song, or I can sing all the way
all by myself without a squirrel or bird along
but I'll have someone I don't know play banjo.
I've got such a tremendous life left to enjoy.

An Early Bird meets a Dove

I am an earlier more private bird than you
and dance alone along the long slick walk;
until we pass with your coo coo coo
sure, maybe prance a bit, smile and talk
but your jargon, for me, is mostly way too much.
I ain't used to strangers talking such mush.