Bearing in my mouth, just to let me feel, remind me to taste, remind me of wheel,  move to my head, remind me of balance.

Thank you for balance.

I have it.

Now.

Now, thanks to you.  You.  You, created this thing called balance.

You didn't, but what would a poem be without it.

A short line, a line without length line, a tent line,

A bent line, a "what would I meant" line?

I sent line, a line along lines with intent line,

This isn't scent line,

Now lie.

Lie to me, fear the compulsive chocolate cake.

chocolate cake.

chocolate cake.

Chocolate Cake>

Fucking TV .,


Fucking blur.

Blur beyond the Spoon I stir.

Fuck trying.  TRYING will break it.  IT will not MAKE it, wil FAKE it, will chocolate cake.

it's chocolate cake, ill chocolate cake.

This is being typed, so wee read.

read.  (reed)

read.  (red)

finished (red)

end (dead).