you think you think?

you think you think?
I no longer think I think

...
and I beg my pardon,
I always promised myself a bit more,
of a rose garden
than this
hitless succession of misses
this thatless stream of thises

...
cos this
is all of me
sucking on this milkless teat
of a pleasureless breast,
crawling with painful lack of speed
down this treasureless trail
to an empty chest
...

you think you think?
I no longer think I think

cos I was booted up, but now I 'm on stand-by
on dim on dumb on numb on schtumm
and like a pigeon caught in a crocodile’s mouth
all i can do is blink
you think you think?

I no longer think I think
now I find its much better to shrivel and shrink
to stand and mouth and … blink
you think you think?
I no longer think I think
...