A collection of selected poems
© 2007 by Danielle Arsenault
Poems:
A vision of fission
What is foo
Wait for it or run
Lonely cigar (extended)
Just In Jess Ee
Drunken nights confederation
Stream of consciousness
Capa de ozono
Floating
Lust fervent
Urgency
Please no. No gracias
Another lonely night of scribbling to myself while the party pounds in the foreground
Streets to Beach
The next Che
Keepin’ it Real
Girl Kissed Pin Pricks
Soft
Santo Coyote
Maruata, Michoacán
Of endearment
In a Placito somewhere
For all adjectives may rhyme
Scribbles of the Red Pen
We are the Keepers of Ground
Foreign Fronts
The Race of Contemplation
In a Placito somewhere
A fear of something else penetrate in the minds of eyes blinded by
The emotive feeling of the emotive feeling
Hoping, stopping, brick lay blocking
The birds flocking in attendance to eat junk food passed by swollen hand of salt may be for he is cooing naturally
Cuadritos pierce slight sight
Through lenses of one shade too dark
Los edificios en las esquinas
Temporarily render me quietly purposely admiring for a moment of pleasure
Don’t dare toss ship toss trash talk trash
My design admired from unfair stares to invisible prayers left hanging in a hot box
Un ruido que me molesta
Por favor basta, pero contesta
Y nunca viene hacia mi direccion
Una pluma se siente enfrente de mi
La unica que puedo ver.
“He’s cool” she thought, but the pigeon forgot that the wings of the airplane were paper
Kiss happy, machete dirty
Interruptions through thoughts of purity.
My mind over takes me, what can I say
Spitting quick phrases to put on display
And then we stop, thanks a lot.
Scribbles of the red pen.
red pen to fight lyrics in my mind of unproductive patience belayed high upon rock grandeur
they call upon the tide to rip out passion peaceful
they call upon la gente, gently
they call upon savage sex unfulfilled
as smoking stays hungry in my lungs on Friday night
where red wine stains lips near teeth beneath stories of plenty
another tainted glass tickles thoughts as I can’t stop from coming.
Hazy linger
No breeze
Too easy
Crossing legs where too tight panty protection is necessary from panty missing
Impromptu cover catching readiness in the darkness of jealousness
Tricks in the bay - save that special place - save grace
Music hits precious spots closer than poetry knocks the shit out of lyricists
Cause the casual populace appreciates reproductivity, familiarity
Close home comfort hypocrisy
Wisdom sleeps in shadows and we all share in decay
Bésame mucho en las sombras de la noche
Stop and think a little more, amor
Dangerous, dangerous
We are the keepers of ground
We are the keepers of ground,
grounded in sound of stories stopping
and drunk nights rubbing up and down
the army of ants surprises tries of tranquility beneath me
don’t get attached – why do they always say that!
Intoxication kills sensations of physical pressure pleasure
Back and forth
Unexplainable
Unattainable
Energies of intensities and this wild wind intrigues me and my secrecy
Nos preguntamos las cosas
Pero, quedamos en cómodos y tenemos suerte en esta vida compleja
Funny feel good button pushing hungry
Quiero reir contigo mas
Foreign fronts
I saw the prison coloured home fronts
Shutter shut store fronts
Bared window common cluster
Sitting on the concrete pad. Abused by foot and funk
Million steps, billion steps
Smothered smother smushed
Graffiti round the wind again
Time wasted watching.
I saw the lookout
panting panic in the post dusk air
Oh, unaware of the blond girl above
Imaginations to be of great velocity
I saw the bird
Low hum from the ants reaping a life
Their dinner
A soul has exited
I pay my regards, lost and foreign in this city again…again.
