Faulkner

Faulkner Fence
2-12-19

Be it not just another fruitless pursuit of oranges and apples
Even of pomegrantes and coconuts
No if's and's or but's
In a can of honey roasted mixed nuts
As to limit a certain day sharper than every two edged sword
In something way above my head glad to be alive and stay out of bed
Soon returning to my main study of bruises sanguinary and bloody
Let us go on to perfection
Not laying again such a foundation
For the powers of the world
To come in these flowers of the world
Like new strings to strum taming it
Even out of thorns as robbers swallow it.....





Enough, J.J.
2-12-19

And soon I catch a thirst for good thinking water
And a white Faulkner fence
I too can make out of it any sense
Soon time to watch the weather report
And make plans for tomorrow
Thanking Jesus for this setback at square two and rhombus seven
Including new material for the good in trouble as He spake it in certain places
Filling in the empty spaces leaving the principles of false doctrine
All who use milk are unskillful still in the process of acquiring the taste for barbeque ribs
Still uncertain in Assayas and stories to tell that go beyond songs for the occasional missing leg
There I said enough of it....