(De)Coded message from the spammer who hijacked ex-wife#2's email

                    This life
thrown me
                    would ride
looking out

Murder-Suicide in Loveland (words strewn upon the state highway like litter, to be picked up by men in orange jumpsuits)

I devote myself to ruins

Even the smoke spreads limbs slow today. Dead
dead-man's float through air livid with fetal rain. You
were afraid the smoke would kill me--the smoke, if not a finger
absent taut fingers curled over gunmetal.
twitching against the darkness, a shape like the crescent moon waning with the moon---still not satisfied w/image & sound here

I devote myself to ruins

That first night, I opened my chest to you like prison doors,
offered you the pomegranate, and you promised you would not leave,
would at least , at least, return for winter. Such a brutal love ...

But this is not about us. A far more tragic romance. Written in the roadside garbage,
Among spirit bottles, polyethylene vessels in the fields of polyethylene, among spirit bottles, dead soldiers,,
among Camels, Monsters, King Cobras,
a Wild Irish Rose blooms like bruises

Reconstruct the scene:

Out here, every other house the houses breeds mechanics,
cooks of crystal from cold
medicine, grows yards full yardsful of dandelions, Queen Anne's Lace,
Queen Anne's Lace,dandelions, crab grass, chrome, bondo, aluminum
steel factory-painted the sky blue of her eye
lids, of your dreams of leaving. Even here,
rotted teeth suffer language, suffer love
to crawl from under the shadows, [where every
grandmother's face hides a wolf,] ---not quite satisfied w/this ... what to do? every
human breast a beast.