Spaghetti Western Sky

In from the edge (on it)
outside
                              to be abstract
in a concrete canyon
              itself somebody’s dream
“frail as a butterfly”

a gray bolt & tremor
above
thrown out like an arm of the sea

The sound made or taken, finally
like I said
a durable redemption wasn’t in the cards

The radio blasting something
in Aramaic w/guitars & heavy bass

indecipherable as it should be

while the sunset turned a
bleached blonde color that
stained our eyes