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No Thank You by Charles Bassi Please No visions, no fisheyes, No flaming swords Dangling over my forehead, No oriental carpets Boiling into many-hued serpents, In my bedroom No corporeal manifestations Of the spirit of William Blake Issuing apocalyptic sonorities On Heaven Innocence and Hell; I have responsibilities - Kids, a lawn, a job. And please, No philosophy, No critique of Critique Of Pure Reason, No radical theories of language art cinema dance, No Derrida No Saussure No Wittgenstein No postulates, a priori's, No protases On mediation by the senses - Don't prove to me everything I know is wrong. I know it already, I'm in enough trouble, And I don't want to miss my bus. And please No clicking demitasse cups, No espresso laced with nutmeg, No speakers pouring out Cacophonous quasi-gypsy swill, And, for God's sake, no goatees - I was too young the first time, I'm too old this time, You see, I'm fifty-two, that's my problem, I'm fifty-two... So please, If you must offer, Open the windows but close the blinds, Make my bed with crisp white linen, Make my bed with hospital corners, Let the room go dark, Let my thoughts go diffuse, Please Let me nap. |
