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