a man who thirsts for milk in the unwed regions of his mouth and finds nothing but sand in an old red pail from his youth that he s long since ceased to recognize hanging heavy by a crooked tooth will always thirst like that yeah he will thirst like that always he will always thirst like that yeah he will thirst like that always hidden down in a pyre smoke of old movie posters g4 motherboards with 90s porn in their cache and barber s trash mixed in with the light floating paper ash and rest is only just some more smoke rising no fleeting omen for your eyes only waiting no ancient mystic spirits writhing or translucent sage ghosts calmly speaking truths no you will always thirst like that yeah you will thirst like that always you will always thirst like that yeah you will thirst like that always the last black cowboy careful to never utter howdy or draw fire keeps his last crisp stetson in a locked drawer at his father s house unworn still in its box and he will always thirst like that yeah he will thirst like that always he will always thirst like that yeah he will thirst like that always