Sick is the conscriptor
With all of his lies
Talc is his hive
Sap is his mouth
Justice finds him at the early day
His way is to give it back
The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Rewrite the world
Rewrite the world
Fill it with chagrin
Sound its crown with gold
Write its sound in light
But damn that was the original plan
The deity in our trust tried
So why does the can of worries
Tell us that it lied
But alas the angels all above
Say meager is the rise
Wait a few good takes
And you wont believe your eyes
Fill it with chagrin
Sound its crown with gold
Write its sound in light
But damn that was the original plan
The deity in our trust tried
So why does the can of worries
Tell us that it lied
But alas the angels all above
Say meager is the rise
Wait a few good takes
And you wont believe your eyes
Monday, October 22, 2012
None of my friends
They walk in your day
They say hello hellay
They wonder if you'll be their friend
You admit they are very much a spin
But you spend a day or so with their name
They love your little feat
But in the end
They were not your friend
They say hello hellay
They wonder if you'll be their friend
You admit they are very much a spin
But you spend a day or so with their name
They love your little feat
But in the end
They were not your friend
Saturday, October 20, 2012
St. Harbor
There once was a Jew from St. Harbor
Who always had an enthusiasm for the arbor
He rented a gun
And laughed at the sun
Now he swims with the Starver
Who always had an enthusiasm for the arbor
He rented a gun
And laughed at the sun
Now he swims with the Starver
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Repercussions
This is now available.
The past 3-4 months of poetry on this blog.
https://www.createspace.com/4018094
The past 3-4 months of poetry on this blog.
https://www.createspace.com/4018094
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Joy versus Fun
I lost a bet
I paid the rent
I stole the show
I reached a bow
But I lost the war
I said the store
Was meek and fragile
And yet the day was happy
And the teeth always had a fight
The tenth was an eleventh
And the wind was never blight
But the day was lost
The aim a sandy firmament of the shore
For the light was at dawn
And I had lost the war
But the day is not done
And the terror refrains from the shadows
The world is a friend
And the winner will always pay his rent.
I paid the rent
I stole the show
I reached a bow
But I lost the war
I said the store
Was meek and fragile
And yet the day was happy
And the teeth always had a fight
The tenth was an eleventh
And the wind was never blight
But the day was lost
The aim a sandy firmament of the shore
For the light was at dawn
And I had lost the war
But the day is not done
And the terror refrains from the shadows
The world is a friend
And the winner will always pay his rent.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Ode to the Carries of Weight
Sultry in the day
Fortune at risk
The day is not wished
To a man with a kiss
But be the day a friend
And be the night an ally
I seem to make it
With the coat and the tie
Fortune at risk
The day is not wished
To a man with a kiss
But be the day a friend
And be the night an ally
I seem to make it
With the coat and the tie
Repercussions
At this point, I will publish all the previous poems to the previous book in a new book called "Repercussions".
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Mollusks in a sideshow
Blech is the word
For their light is a drab
Their feet are scarce
And their tongues in the lab
But the day is not totally lost
You can have it removed
That tattoo for your jewish aperature you chose
So that you look like you live at a zoo
For their light is a drab
Their feet are scarce
And their tongues in the lab
But the day is not totally lost
You can have it removed
That tattoo for your jewish aperature you chose
So that you look like you live at a zoo
Theres a crack in my kindle
Theres a crack in my kindle
It is ever so small
Theres a kink in my stardom
Its ever so tall
But the lamplight goes on
The trumpets play in tune
Who would have thought
We would all be so soon
The water in the lens
The arrow in the sky
The ufo at the mall
The apple of my eye
Ostentatious hands
Fleeting signatures
A rack on my back
Another nick nack to stay
It is ever so small
Theres a kink in my stardom
Its ever so tall
But the lamplight goes on
The trumpets play in tune
Who would have thought
We would all be so soon
The water in the lens
The arrow in the sky
The ufo at the mall
The apple of my eye
Ostentatious hands
Fleeting signatures
A rack on my back
Another nick nack to stay
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