Quiero Taco Bell

Lucky is that you, tonight my Taquito
Wrapped in brown, my little borrito!
She smiles away, MR. Tom Waits,


So sensitive, his spine, the rhyme!
A line a line!

Ceasar: I was won’t to hum, but I am–

Cleopatra: –Bic you’re not!



Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Where’s the (en)
little butterfly

–e. e. Cummings (soon…)

a pun pun, and yet a med,
Where’ my pun, he said…

Quiero Taco Bell, and yet it is you
the rhymthic nation, god damn, i blue
for you for you, and yet a shrew!

–Like a stone, Emma of Course

I’ll wait for you, of course…


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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