The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Sick is the conscriptor

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

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

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

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Business

They say its a delight
To have all their might
Guns share their word

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

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

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.

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

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

Crying the Care

Simple gets fun
Sanity gets better
But purple never turns back to red

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

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