The Faux Pas Press #39: Tragedy Meets Ebony Siemens

28 June 2010

The Faux Pas Press #39

Tragedy Meets Ebony Siemens

a poem

By

Jason Fresh

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A division of American Sigil, Inc.

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She clapped her hands,
her hands
like golden rubber bands
clapped
and a smile melted
up her dirty cheeks,
showing us all
just how weak
a freak
Ebony Siemens
really, truly is.

She met a boy,
an unshaven boy
from the free state of Virginia
who she thought was a toy,
a manufactured ploy,
like her father used to employ,
a boy toy,
for her golden rubber band hands
to enjoy,
showing the news,
about her exit-stage left cues,
what a bitch of an actress
wannabe are you,
Ebony Siemens,

The fantastic bitch whore
who took my help
for granted,
all the drunken hours
that she looked at me
and panted
like whispering horse-woman,
like a crooked-eyed,
Ella Enchanted.
Oh, shit –
How hilarious is your tragedy,
your party stained wit.

Well, you fucked
a few of my friends,
jumped in the car,
uninvited like an emotional
and psychological welfare case.
I had to turn down
the factory stereo with
an excuse for good bass,
look at your ugly face,
and smell the night before,
the smelly trace
of booze, brews,
tobacco, and the losers
at that dumb Irish Pub,
the one with that idiot
boyfriend that you
now like to hug.

What will be saddest,
saddest and most pathetic
about your
final curtain call,
you last recall,
your journey through
Summer only to meet
the Fall,
What will be funniest
about your tragedy is that
I will not give you an ounce,
not one ounce of pity,
will not apologize.
I will say,
“I told you so.”
Yep, that is your fate.
“I told you so.”

After the message
that I sold to both
of you,
the pizza we shared,
the council I graced
you with,
the hours I spent listening
to your dumb complaints.
Shame on me
because I wasted breath,
I wasted
precious moments
listening to you.
You laugh at my jokes,
my shoulders you’ve rubbed,
now that little grey-haired
22 year-old is your hub.
Who in their right
fucking mind would want
to join your
wasted life of a club.

You fail all your tests
because that is what you do.
You didn’t finish college
because you failed
those tests too.

What a ape you are
who is going to spend
the residual of her life
melting away in a bar.

Yes, tragedy has befallen
Ebony Siemens,
the crooked piece of
smelly problems
on psychotic meds.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!

Oh, I’m so done with you.