any port in a storm (as long as it’s ruby)

neither of us
(none of us)
likes those poems that are plain
spoken and don’t
use a line break to say
anything and
usually i
wouldn’t write one but
desperate times
and all that

i cannot
understand why i miss you
this much and you
seem to be more than fine
with me being nothing
more than a seasoning
sprinkled over the day
when you claimed
that you loved me
because i am potent

we have been awash
in each other for months
i would be remiss
if i didn’t point out
that you created this habit
like you created so many before

you find these women and want
to create life and when
you decide not to create you
choose to destroy you
choose to snare them you
want to keep them while
you take their money and
you climb out the window and
you meet someone you knew in high school
you fuck her in the ass and
later years later
you

tip your head back to settle the powder
make a loud yip kinda noise
tell the story, again
to the regular crowd
they dutifully laugh
snort lines of bitter nonchalance
hold the spotlight steady in place
all’s fair in love and standup comedy

but you keep your hurt
twisted in the corner of your mouth
and when you fill your mouth with pain
you make it look almost like a smile

there
that wasn’t so plain spoken
i wrote a real fucking poem
now call me, you piece of shit