sweet dempsey waiting on a number the cups his sweating 
hand around dice and blows breathes his reeking trust 
tumbling bones in love with the air around a hundred 
thousand bad throws all nerve no brain it's jackpot plus 
in which he trust someday i sweet baby sucking on a 
number sweet dempsey gladly trips switch after switch he 
can feel himself drain out throught his fingerous uneasy 
union the conception of a near miss keep dopping it in 
cool on the machine someday i