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Radio in Color

from Poetry Collection - 01 by Cody Weber

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sit still
until
the hill
turns over

sun turns
winter

into something
gold

the radio played the days out in color.

sun turns the winter
into something
old

and i turned these splinters
into wounds
and roads

right on down the tributary
pluck the skin right off the berries
and suck the poison straight
down

go down
easy


nothing that is real is
from her dark hair
to mine

through pale eyes
and down the river
banks

where our mute lips
touched shore
to create tide

an irrelevant eclipse
from an old life
to one that will not

die

Saliva falls from the girls bruised lips
Fingers pressed against warm, crushed hips
The weight of the dirt with sun in her eyes
and blood in the skies
Oh, blood in the sky

Winter rain fell, turned the day into night
and the living to ice near the ghosts of twilight
In lieu of fresh garden, we settle for dirt
and everything hurt
Oh, everything hurt

What kind of man am I
To taste the fruit
of obvious lie

and lay beside a wounded bedspread
her breasts were pressed up against
my chest

and my heart was caving in
to walk that diving board
again

and sink

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from Poetry Collection - 01, released February 7, 2012
Cody Weber

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