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