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finding terrors in
our mountain landscapes
beauty becomes sublime
hello there,
nighttime sadness
I see your pain
and I bleed for you.

Should the cold wind of this world rattle your bones,
Know that you have warmth in my thoughts and words.

-r0
I want that iridescent color, the kind that blinds
Fixing appearances to a crumbling ash
Stuck together with glue
A coveted silhouette

Empty.

I want the table set neatly.
As if there were no monsters hiding underneath it
As if I actually ate food there
Neatly stacked and divided

Becoming.

I want the world to smile at me, eyes forced shut
Wandering without direction
Currency in perpetual regurgitation
Locked and loaded

Security.

I want that iridescent color, the kind that blinds.
Hold my jaw shut like the hues aren't already bleeding out.
To see the reflection I've been conditioned to forget.

Truth.

-z0
x
I like reading all of these poems by hopeless romantics.
Swallowing the objects of their affection.
I like it because I've already been digested and **** out by you.
You're so lovely.

-r0
oz
follow the shallow skipped stone
you're off to see the blunder
the wonderful fury & cause

Branches black wound thick
Around the face of truth
Spin it till you're sick
Build it to the roof
Smoke it to ash
Burn it to hell
Trade it for cash
Cover the smell.

Ashes to gashes, Lust to Husk
You may have passion but not my trust.

-r0
is that where
you went
I ask aloud
because I’ve lost
track of you somehow
one evening
smack dab in the center
of a  ring of clouds
was a gaping blue  hole
it’s as likely
as any  place
for you to be.
Where did my late husband go after  he died ? Written 2006
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