Red Tape

I can see, can’t you see? Doing it to you, doing it to me. Red tape. Tax this, tax that…  The Circle Jerks were a favorite band, but a mature ear knows Keith Morris is an early tea partier. Right, I’ve been working on my taxes, and some early hardcore punk leaks in my brain. I’m complaining, I’m reminiscing. I’m like Bellow’s letters. Or JCO’s memoir. Or the 100th birthday of Elizabeth Bishop. Borders is trying to remember. The Daily leaves it longing for the good paper. We reminisce all to want while reading on the second shipwreck of Ahab’s Pollard. Want more? Get gladding Gladwells.