Drink. Smoke. Eat. Fuck.

I.

Drink.    
Smoke.    
Eat.    
Fuck.    

What to do when your mind falls out of step?

Drink.
Smoke.
Eat.
Fuck.

The world's beat is
Drink.
too slow
Smoke.   
too faint
Eat.
won't keep up
Fuck.

I keep my own
Drink.
strokes strong
Smoke.
thumps thump
Eat.
noise gone
Fuck.


II.

“Stop!” she said
 Hey,
 stay slow.

I too want rest,
“OK” I said
 I’d try.

Thinking it best.

Trying.
Though she thinks I jest.
Or doesn't, 
but I think so.

Can thoughts think?
I think no.
Thoughts are thought, 
by thinks like me.

Thinks think thoughts.
If thoughts could think, they would be thinks.    
But if thoughts could think, would they think of thinks?
Would they think of me?


Thinks think thoughts,
and thoughts think thinks.
If thinks thought thoughts think
and thoughts think thinks thought
where would it end?

Maybe it wouldn't. 
Maybe it hasn't.
But what really is a thought?
And what really is a

Drink.
"Nevermind," I say
Smoke.
"Goodbye," she says
Eat.
I’m fine I think
Fuck.