Lately

Lately I keep turning on my tv late at night in the middle of old technicolor spaghetti westerns. Right at that part where the old cowboy and the young cowboy are alone on a hill somewhere behind the purple mountains & the old cowboy does that thing with a handful of dust slowly, in the wind and neither of them are saying anything & I always turn off the tv before they speak, their fat guns low on their hips blink out in a flash of light & I stare at the little dot in the centre until it?s gone & then I usually make myself a sandwich or heat up a bowl of soup or, lately, just take the edge off with a handful of crackers before I head into bed.