Thirst

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 it's 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