Pissed

Piss on the ottoman.
Piss on the floor.
Piss in the car seat.
Piss out the door.
Piss in the grass.
Piss up a tree.
Piss in the bed.
Piss on me.

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My mind

My mind is
a red-winged
blackbird
balanced atop
a towering
thin cat tail
amidst a manmade
wetland.
Swaying to and fro
I waver,
with broken wing
in mist.
Below the perch
another world churns
and flows,
and the minnow chased
by the leapfrog
splashes silver.
- Copyright Dawn Fable 5 July 2011

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Mixology

I learned to make a Seven and Seven in elementary school
To make my stepfather drunk and happy.
I knew just how far a shot of Seagram's
Would fill a glass stacked to the top with ice
Crackling and melting under putrid sweet fumes.
The rest was easy - pour in 7up to the rim,
Watch the bubbles fizz, stir for luck -
Then quickly steal a sip.
Deliver to the card table or basement with a smile,
Watching as grown-ups drained the solution
To all of their pains and troubles and memories.
My perfect advertisement for partaking
Smiled and laughed instead of glaring and berating.
Glassy pink eyes looked sweetly into mine
And showed me the better angels lost inside
Flesh preserved in 80 proof and nicotine.
Inhibitions unchained set free the ability
To display love and tenderness, albeit sloppily.
Even at 7, I knew the recipe for love.

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Vision

Listen, children,
I dreamed one night
          and then another
                    and then another
Of a party in a Primrose house
Attended by enormous fish
Standing upright on tails.
(or did they swim?)
I knocked on the door
And was welcomed
By these children of the water.
They took me in, and I belonged;
I walked among them an equal.
Then the fish's mouths opened wide,
And wolves revealed themselves,
FANGED
and
HUNGRY!
They leered at me with predatory smiles
And moved in for the kill.
The true and faithful fish moved in,
but the wolves in fish's clothing
tore holes in their sides.
I awakened as they devoured me
And each other,
And I never slept again
In heavenly peace.
Listen, children,
I dreamed one night
          and then another
                    and then another
Of a party in a Primrose house
Attended by a little girl
Who wishes she was dead.

- Copyright Dawn Fable 2 July 2011

Demon in Denim

The demon in denim rides shotgun
On the fumes of Southern Comfort.
He bares poison-tipped fangs
As I  lean away from a kiss
And he bites into my life
While the rest of me spills onto the floor.
Every night the gash heals,
Just a hint of scarred tissue
Newly presented on innocent flesh.
Mother nurses my deep wound
So he can rip me open again.
I spend the rest of a life
Hiding amongst the living.

- Copyright Dawn Fable 2 July 2011

Man Size Small

Tiny T-shirt
Skinny jeans
Thin arms
Always in goose flesh
Gauntly tired
Dark eye pain
Wrists a game
Of pickup sticks
Played with cold
Stinging razor
Still edgy
With rust
Of sweet slices
Paper towel pattern
Design of relief
Eat some gum
Sweeten the sour
Bathed in bile
Mind cleaned
Of nagging clutter
Gauge at zero
Pressure valve popped

- Copyright Dawn Fable 2 July 2011

Study of a Gift Box

I
Fake leather rectangle.
The box is not a necklace,
Diamond earrings or pendant.
It is the empty vessel.
II
White form
Rounded edges
Four corners
Rimmed in gold
III
Inside no hard angles,
Corners also rounded.
Sides smooth
Sloping toward center
IV
Box top
Shiny cream satin,
Clean and smooth,
Cool touch.
V
Red invites,
Envelopes one shade
Warm, deep softness
Caressing skin
VI
Opening box
Nothing inside
Box never holds
What you want

- Copyright Dawn Fable 2004
Revised 2011

Plum

Treasure in my grandmother's
                       back yard
Cherry giant pulling down
                       branches
Deep purple black
                       outside
Perfect pink ruby
                        inside
Obscenely juicy

- Copyright Dawn Fable 29 June 2011

Cotillion For the Absent

Missing girls should be careful
Or someone just might find them,
Send them home to mom and dad
To be good and sweet again.

Stay hidden in the open
In fields of purple flowers,
Under mounds of rich brown earth,
Or floating in pools of blue.

Being found - overrated.
Discovery is an end.
Vigil candles all snuffed out,
Pretty posters in the trash.

Absence is a luxury
Enjoyed by only a few.
Guard it with ferocity;
Don't let mourners get to you.

Live only in memory.
Stay out of present tense.
Haunt us when you feel lonely.
Don't pretend you still exist.

- Copyright Dawn Fable, 14 June 2011

Misplaced Boy

Misplaced boy babbling rebellion
Fights off affection with black hair and clothes.
Dream child flees into pleasant depression
Playing only with boys nobody knows.

Baby blue boy hides crisis with cutting,
Opens a secret too smart for the cure.
Confusing thoughts always meandering,
Only the suffering can remake him pure.

Hypersexual with an attachment disorder -
Pain is enjoyment, disaster a dream.
Ready to vanish, backed into a corner,
Never as innocent as he once seemed.

Untried, unfocused, unfinished, unhinged,
Burn in a terrible, beautiful binge.
- Copyright Dawn Fable, 20 June 2011

Chaos

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With trees just a shell
And beds gone to hell
And dandelions all in a row.

- Copyright Dawn Fable June 2011

Lost

Missing girls should be careful,
Or someone just might find them,
Send them home to mom and dad
To be good and sweet again.

Stay hidden in the open
In fields of purple flowers,
Under mounds of dark brown earth,
Or floating in pools of blue.

Being found - overrated;
Discovery is an end.
Vigil candles all snuffed out,

Pretty posters in the trash.

Absence is a luxury
Enjoyed by only a few.
Guard it with ferocity.
Don't let mourners get to you.

Live only in memory.
Stay out of present tense.
Haunt us when you feel lonely.
Don't pretend you still exist.

Ink

Tattoo me in gentian violet
From these fingers to these toes.
Teach me something secret
Something no one else can know.

Sleeve these arms in cherry blossoms,
Petals falling to the floor,
And silent wings aflutter
Always seeking something more.

Smooth this back with dancing Shiva
As her mighty arms destroy,
Then recreate the universe
Into one of boundless joy.

Stamp this belly with a comic face.
Make me laugh all day and night.
Keep me from ever noticing
The impending terror and fright.

Shroud these legs in lines of poetry;
Encircle calves, then knees and thighs
In the words of Cummings and Emily
To walk in beauty all of my days.

- Copyright Dawn Fable June 2011

Dear Mollie

Once upon a time, in a land far away

A lovely lass named Mollie daydreamed away.

She conjured tiny fairy girls to do all her chores

And wee elfin gentlemen to sail from the shores.

In the clouds she could see purple dragons so fiery

Fighting brave knights in mail focused on rivalry

To win the heart of a beautiful young princess

Locked in a tower in a state of duress.

“Ay me!” uttered young Mollie as ennui set in,

“I’ve got to flee Indiana in this state that I’m in!”

She ran to a land that was called Terre Haute;

“I’m finally free!” to her mother she wrote.

Imagine her embarrassment, chagrin, and shame

When little French town was French only in name.

She packed up her bags and to Avon she went

Where years teaching myths have been so well spent.

I’ll miss you, dear Mollie, and call you my friend

For your jokes, your laughter, and care ‘til the end.

                                        - Dawn Fable, 2010

The Queen's English

Bones in a bar

Soaked in Union Jack

Stained red and blue

By love and death

Infested with kisses

Played out in a churchyard.

Irish double-decker

Blown into glassy bits;

Light o' Great Britain

Down on its knees,

Hooligans infest

A nation's false pride.

Windows and doors open

As souls slip outside

To wander the moors

In search of

Heathcliff's blue boy.

- Copyright Dawn Fable April 2011

Disconnect II

I am Athena
Aflutter in flowers;
I am Aphrodite
Weighed down
By this male.

Disconnect

I am Aphrodite

Aflutter in flowers;

I am Athena

Weighed down

By this mail.

- Copyright Dawn Fable May 2011

Seaport Charmers

Savannah is falling soft and heavy

On Yankees used to palm-tree dreams

Driving them into the Hollywood hills.

Historical fortunes set Atlanta ablaze

While the chastity of cotillions

Put the South at an ironic standstill.

Tree-lined streets and park blooms

Trigger beating biological clocks

While tourists consider calm, eerie facts.

Well-restored stunners draw national eyes

To easy food, lively blather in delicious twists

 As Rimes crosses over to ape Patsy Cline.

Ladylike restraint beats throaty in the parlors.

Hips smolder in demure suits to touch.

In the meantime, Nashville will take her

- Copyright Dawn Fable June 2004

Dessert

Wear a mouthful of cheesecake mounted on tin.

Watch her strike cliché poses in stiletto high heels.

Feel her $5 trinket slick right around your wrist,

Warm touch from a woman you wish that you knew.

Leaning back and then over, flipped hair, arched back,

A statement in stockings and smoldering cigarettes.

Christmas Day

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll love you

At least say I do

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll take you

And rip you open in two

You told me I had to wait

For you to feel me

Like I felt you

You said it’s like Christmas

And you’d give in to me

When the time was right

It’s always better that way

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll love you

At least say I do

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll take you

And rip you open in two

I followed the promise

And listened for you

Over secret sighing

And late hangup calls

Took a ring from your fingers

And slipped off my doubts

In a swell of ignorant bliss

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll love you

At least say I do

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll take you

And rip you open in two

I believed all the nothings you said

Even when you broke me down

I wanted to be so good for you

All you wanted was a crown

Come on baby,

Some men don’t have to tell

Keep running baby

Smart girl learned your game so well

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll love you

At least say I do

Wait till Christmas Day

That’s when I’ll take you

And rip you open in two

If you say I do

I do

I do

I do

I do

I do

I do

Afraid of the Noise

She startles at talking,

Scared of nuance and tone.

She has nightmares about nothing

Sitting silenced by phone.

So careful

So quiet

So little real choice

So guided

So shielded

So afraid of the noise

What’s wrong with this family?

She screams under her breath.

Why won’t someone tell me

Why I’m haunted to death?

So careful

So quiet

So little real choice

So guided

So shielded

So afraid of the noise

She hides in dark corners

Dying a little each time

Listens under the water

Wanting glisten and shine.

So careful

So quiet

So little real choice

So guided

So shielded

So afraid of the noise

Don’t ask any questions

Or wonder out loud

Control is a mistress

Whose sin is allowed

She startles when listening,

Scared of nuance and tone.

She has nightmares about talking

Sitting silenced by phone.

So careful

So quiet

So little real choice

So guided

So shielded

So afraid of the noise

Storm

Blue deluge rings
Like eyes in a mirror.
Shimmering storms
Spark lightning flashes.
Silver gazes of longing
Smolder crystal haze.
Silver sun pickups reflect
Into black nighttime clouds.
Smoke and waves imagine
Pale showers of desire.
Soft waters trickle
Across shining skin.