SERVICE REPORT
THIS IS NOT AN INVOICE
by Nolan Hatcher
[To Basil Hashimi]
Omicron the slope hope Ajax
Albedo the male organ Monty,
My baby's overstepping
Bell the customer Thank you - call again
Overstepping her margins
Got another AP20
Another duct another system
Before meals before breakfast twice a day
So amazing the heist
Omicron come, let us ignore dim
Morning and night (mane et nocte)
O let it be continued
Let it get it on
Between meals immediately three times a day
At bedtime, just before going to sleep
I dream I need every day every hour
Every night, Ajax, right eye left eye
In each eye, Monty,
My baby's overstepping
Overstepping her margins
Overstepping her margins all over me
Every second power
Within the past hour patches of shallow fog
Brace staves, the whole rest
Without her as much as you please
As much as will suffice
Need it Dream it For it is only
Nine in the morning Pour it
Pour out upon everyone a portion
Of my spirit hear it displacement
Holy Leaping Creepers
What to do in an emergency!
Deny the radii in favor of the circumference,
Embitter Outrage Detach Dispatch
The Company, The Albedo Jr.
Verite- sans peur Veritas vas liberabit
Those potent kisses that had torn the veil
Innocent, though alive
Produced collected my total arena
In floods of flame greeting
Lost leaf's breath
Ponder Graeae of the lucious but shattered
Vision of glory, of charm
Now but one tooth one eye to share
Blast the cacophonic jungle with
A mad dose of gum thus
To stink out the monkeys and dogs
Of the shrill fruit.
Gone the gonfalon the standard
As the lanced blister of thirty years
From shooting pool in the basement
And staying out too late;
The wanderers-all sung to filthy tunes.
Blue blue concoction Monty
This moment's nursing balm
That frames cher corps et cher cœur
For all they're worth
In striding spikes of sun
Till another hour of fog
And Ajax gets it on
The fading smoke before wind
Aging Albedo growing wise not senile:
Pah! The greatness Pah! The emptiness
Pah! The equality Pah! The guiltlessness
The morning walk
(Still nine o'clock. My, how time dies.)
The morning walk engrossingly purposeless
Edible dune, leashed cut-glass swan, et quid non?
Monty's got the Murine
The sky's not done laboring
Kicking it out Hydrocephalic department store
Christmas-shopping rush hour
Someone in the pulsating crowd
Pulls a gun and assassinates the choir-boy mannequin
Of course there's a panic!
In the savior and us are sticks
To poke the monsters who chew betel nuts
And lime and peer betwixt
The vertical, bestial slats
Pah! we echo, take that
We are lovers and we know it
Dreamy other mornings
Like this but for the flesh-cake
Of which we partook
Comic panther ingesting inhaling
The enchanting torso
They never know they never know
The coital colors the point the abandoned
Oscitant stick to mirror the history,
The Decline & Fall of Virtue
The ravished
Innocent, though a live
Sacred victory garden
Window-box violation
That the world can see
You love it.
The sedated outrageon
Spitting-up with machine gun rhythm
Pitiful Pitiful Pitiful hex
Stumble in imagining the beating
Of the "security guard" to a pulp.
Or ripping the Muzak out of the walls.
Principle Direction
To this delicate dementia
Growl fold with lonely hunger
Teethe on this easy-listening
Stalactite pacifier!
My baby's overstepping
Overstepping her margins
Born once as the stone
Made glad from the penetration
Sum
The water-pressure of this, a most honorable room
My baby's
Sum
The candle carriage
Overstepping
Return
Her margins
On this floor bend it again
To let in a little breathable air
Pump pump a god again
This floor this (most honorable) room
Made glad make it again
Get it we better get it
The candle delivering your still-lit face
Shuddering patterns, eyelashes carved
Left Right eyes seared paw-prints
And sliding wholely down
For your thirsty lips'
Consuming fear
Shuddering shuddering Pyrrhic victory,
Ajax bites my head off for walking too fast
And stepping on his heels.
Who can say when he understands?
Who can be so sure,
So magnificently foolish?
The single word parsimony
The sum the construct Spontaneous Conflict
Implying the eating of book and periodical
Just-turned earth of the
Just-rained-on grave,
Mud leggings out from under
The nurse's once-white frock.
The quartet at the Panthère
Boarded-up and massively droll
Enter anyway, outlaws who can do no right;
This is yours.
The dust holds hands
In prayer clenching tightest
At the climax plaster hung in webs
That string from the empty
Guilded frames whose
Canvas now used on fishing boats
Wince and bite at the god-sound
Weathered for pillaging
Praying for forgiveness
Two days later out whoring,
Truth carved upon foreheads
Baguio dog, purple balut
Eat away eat away eat away aII
Vermillion-stained fists
That squeeze the breath
Out of every steering-wheel it touches
The rot’s minds
Side-kicks cronies and hatchet-men
And the birth of a tradition
Baste marinate with holiday spirit
A gleam in the air
A song in the eye
Brother sister Indian chief
Spitted and rolled pickled and polled
Sell, jurors, judges, pray
Pray, what should a man do
But be merry?
Benediction and blessing
Children my children
For your bodies deformed, ugly blights
No candle can cleanse,
Nor blood purify; hide and hold shame
Forever delivering its inheritance
Upon the heads of
Children your children
Gathered at skirts to learn truths
God cabbage and manure
The Brain Police legions
Enthroned helmsmen spit the consumptive rot
The streamers the new banners
Flags pom-poms and serpentine
Parade mother, pray
The desistance of the
Desperate treading.
It feels so good
To cut my toenails I remember
When baby used to
Get down on all fours and chew
Get down, hiding just
About everything
From those with whom we'd grown up
The idols always had
Beards to stroke
We liked nothing more
Than to share pubic hair
Ta tat ta ta tat ta
I fumble on the pages
Check for any insignificant faults
Kneel she's hovering there
High above looking
Shift but avoid her eyes
Flip through some more
Some more but it's so ridiculously
Obvious check-out with my
Fooling around, she's ahead of me
The same purchase as mine!
Why is she doing this to me?
Drowning in my own sweat
After paying she doesn't leave
Just standing expecting
Something from me I DON'T KNOW YOU
Measuring my tissue enough?
Cutting to what size, and why?
The portion of attraction
And that of sheer dread
No face but looking all the same
Grey patterns confess
Lion you are the panther
Sick lord follow your slaves
What can be a defense?
Find the projected wall find the
Ramparts and baths
Baby the stroke is two-fold
With you behind it
But where do you come from?
What do you call home?
How you move that lance
That runs through the length of my spine,
That is a foreign art
Of which I've never seen the like
laboring as a vehicle struggling
To give birth to itself.
How're you faring?
Do you feel this strain of life?
Well, death is stupid.
Albedo do you have a son?
Would he call this mud
That rolls like lard
Over the airy pavement
Grant this passing wind tresses
Of love-fragrance and various other
Resurrected names
Swim, it does or drifts
The whole path being neither voluntary
Nor forced but inevitable
The wondrous season of sailing and
Castration repose
Broken high-pitched eyes left and
Right perturbed virgins and virginal
Dead that does not mean
Any more receptive
Calling the temple a tower or vice versa
Binds the tumult to a crime,
That is, when directed against the comfort
And welll-being of another
Does your junior smoke and drink
But do so in the line of getting it on
Not of striving to be more
Than his share of the blur
Albedo will he love, of course,
As we blind stairwell
To a clammy tangled cellar or
To a marriage with God,
Or God's mistress or both or all
Neither none or something else again
Nodding acceptance of his reign
And the non-reason it is just about all
Left up to him
Rich when another boy confronts yours
They do not draw knives or fists
But embrace enough to charm
The disfigured warriors Gods kings
Nations and businessmen
As children stellar as men universal
Guard you, what you've passed on
Albedo to bless your son
Amazing bell of the next
And the next trumpet of prophecy
Kissing sure tongue to sing
And summon another strain of life.
I travel this distance
And still they leer walking in
Uncalculated patterns to point out
The gap filled with thumbscrews
Except for some other part of
The body white pure so that
They seem never to know the
Agony they inflict supple firm
Innocent of plans to overthrow this
Torturous power these flowers hold
In the process of blooming cages
Being erected to view my company's
Insurrection coup d’ètat blind
Thrashing plan? I don't want
This squirm kick, speak
Loins about my ears speak
I will answer microscopic whisper
But I glow now frustrated
Clownish ogle travel travel
5end the word transmit cause -
Ways over the gap wrap me in
For more jungle hunt and hiding
Tiring of the stinking puzzles
Tests games riddles all that
Garbage is it up to me us you
Will I be spat upon?
With plans and things they
Might as well execute me for
Treason conspiracy along with the
Whole company who delights
In white we will never give up
The hope chocolate white
Soft firm dumb innocence faith
Dumb fantastic walking dream
Nope call under the crawl
Under the hill domination
Yours--Their cat o'nine tails
Spurs hot in the sides of my
Head but this is an honorable
Coup fine upstanding
Prophets dispersed throughout
The living carpet worlds born
Upon morning stars "forever
!t will last" end all I can
Muster is Jeez I hope not
Hope faith love devotion what a
Key I swear I would rather not
Even be here Ajax What do you call it?
Monty's carefully carried-out
Contradiction to the highest degree of
Mindlessness Who I'm to marry
The book it opens
Automatically to the nude
Neo-classical kazoo chorus
O I want her even though
I know from what I've been taught
How wrong it is to desire
Especially that Monty
The book reads of fetishism
Cannibalism ceremonial executing
The children of Baal and Yahweh
History that you'd think
Would point out past mistakes
But o so proud of the difference
The chasm between we & they
The lower animals the beasts of
The realm who haven't the
Smart to be as gullible as we
Look at the dogs pissing off
Their territory the wild things killing
Eating their own kind and raw too
Glad to be better off than that
So that we arrive
Visitors unannounced proud indeed
Of the sheath which we
Happened to be born with
Eat your carrots
And slaughter our hosts
You gave me dark meat you
Know I only eat white meat
Obviously simple to kill
White meat from the breast
Those savages barely human anyway
Breast breast I said
The life of just another
Dog like those scattered
Over our country's highways
Our country's
Breast I said Damn you
Overstepping her margins
My baby's
Breast Breast Breast Breast Breast Breast
Overstepping her margins
Damn you
Overstepping her margins all over
December 7th-25th, 1971
©1972, Nolan Hatcher
THIS IS NOT AN INVOICE
by Nolan Hatcher
[To Basil Hashimi]
Omicron the slope hope Ajax
Albedo the male organ Monty,
My baby's overstepping
Bell the customer Thank you - call again
Overstepping her margins
Got another AP20
Another duct another system
Before meals before breakfast twice a day
So amazing the heist
Omicron come, let us ignore dim
Morning and night (mane et nocte)
O let it be continued
Let it get it on
Between meals immediately three times a day
At bedtime, just before going to sleep
I dream I need every day every hour
Every night, Ajax, right eye left eye
In each eye, Monty,
My baby's overstepping
Overstepping her margins
Overstepping her margins all over me
Every second power
Within the past hour patches of shallow fog
Brace staves, the whole rest
Without her as much as you please
As much as will suffice
Need it Dream it For it is only
Nine in the morning Pour it
Pour out upon everyone a portion
Of my spirit hear it displacement
Holy Leaping Creepers
What to do in an emergency!
Deny the radii in favor of the circumference,
Embitter Outrage Detach Dispatch
The Company, The Albedo Jr.
Verite- sans peur Veritas vas liberabit
Those potent kisses that had torn the veil
Innocent, though alive
Produced collected my total arena
In floods of flame greeting
Lost leaf's breath
Ponder Graeae of the lucious but shattered
Vision of glory, of charm
Now but one tooth one eye to share
Blast the cacophonic jungle with
A mad dose of gum thus
To stink out the monkeys and dogs
Of the shrill fruit.
Gone the gonfalon the standard
As the lanced blister of thirty years
From shooting pool in the basement
And staying out too late;
The wanderers-all sung to filthy tunes.
Blue blue concoction Monty
This moment's nursing balm
That frames cher corps et cher cœur
For all they're worth
In striding spikes of sun
Till another hour of fog
And Ajax gets it on
The fading smoke before wind
Aging Albedo growing wise not senile:
Pah! The greatness Pah! The emptiness
Pah! The equality Pah! The guiltlessness
The morning walk
(Still nine o'clock. My, how time dies.)
The morning walk engrossingly purposeless
Edible dune, leashed cut-glass swan, et quid non?
Monty's got the Murine
The sky's not done laboring
Kicking it out Hydrocephalic department store
Christmas-shopping rush hour
Someone in the pulsating crowd
Pulls a gun and assassinates the choir-boy mannequin
Of course there's a panic!
In the savior and us are sticks
To poke the monsters who chew betel nuts
And lime and peer betwixt
The vertical, bestial slats
Pah! we echo, take that
We are lovers and we know it
Dreamy other mornings
Like this but for the flesh-cake
Of which we partook
Comic panther ingesting inhaling
The enchanting torso
They never know they never know
The coital colors the point the abandoned
Oscitant stick to mirror the history,
The Decline & Fall of Virtue
The ravished
Innocent, though a live
Sacred victory garden
Window-box violation
That the world can see
You love it.
The sedated outrageon
Spitting-up with machine gun rhythm
Pitiful Pitiful Pitiful hex
Stumble in imagining the beating
Of the "security guard" to a pulp.
Or ripping the Muzak out of the walls.
Principle Direction
To this delicate dementia
Growl fold with lonely hunger
Teethe on this easy-listening
Stalactite pacifier!
My baby's overstepping
Overstepping her margins
Born once as the stone
Made glad from the penetration
Sum
The water-pressure of this, a most honorable room
My baby's
Sum
The candle carriage
Overstepping
Return
Her margins
On this floor bend it again
To let in a little breathable air
Pump pump a god again
This floor this (most honorable) room
Made glad make it again
Get it we better get it
The candle delivering your still-lit face
Shuddering patterns, eyelashes carved
Left Right eyes seared paw-prints
And sliding wholely down
For your thirsty lips'
Consuming fear
Shuddering shuddering Pyrrhic victory,
Ajax bites my head off for walking too fast
And stepping on his heels.
Who can say when he understands?
Who can be so sure,
So magnificently foolish?
The single word parsimony
The sum the construct Spontaneous Conflict
Implying the eating of book and periodical
Just-turned earth of the
Just-rained-on grave,
Mud leggings out from under
The nurse's once-white frock.
The quartet at the Panthère
Boarded-up and massively droll
Enter anyway, outlaws who can do no right;
This is yours.
The dust holds hands
In prayer clenching tightest
At the climax plaster hung in webs
That string from the empty
Guilded frames whose
Canvas now used on fishing boats
Wince and bite at the god-sound
Weathered for pillaging
Praying for forgiveness
Two days later out whoring,
Truth carved upon foreheads
Baguio dog, purple balut
Eat away eat away eat away aII
Vermillion-stained fists
That squeeze the breath
Out of every steering-wheel it touches
The rot’s minds
Side-kicks cronies and hatchet-men
And the birth of a tradition
Baste marinate with holiday spirit
A gleam in the air
A song in the eye
Brother sister Indian chief
Spitted and rolled pickled and polled
Sell, jurors, judges, pray
Pray, what should a man do
But be merry?
Benediction and blessing
Children my children
For your bodies deformed, ugly blights
No candle can cleanse,
Nor blood purify; hide and hold shame
Forever delivering its inheritance
Upon the heads of
Children your children
Gathered at skirts to learn truths
God cabbage and manure
The Brain Police legions
Enthroned helmsmen spit the consumptive rot
The streamers the new banners
Flags pom-poms and serpentine
Parade mother, pray
The desistance of the
Desperate treading.
It feels so good
To cut my toenails I remember
When baby used to
Get down on all fours and chew
Get down, hiding just
About everything
From those with whom we'd grown up
The idols always had
Beards to stroke
We liked nothing more
Than to share pubic hair
Ta tat ta ta tat ta
I fumble on the pages
Check for any insignificant faults
Kneel she's hovering there
High above looking
Shift but avoid her eyes
Flip through some more
Some more but it's so ridiculously
Obvious check-out with my
Fooling around, she's ahead of me
The same purchase as mine!
Why is she doing this to me?
Drowning in my own sweat
After paying she doesn't leave
Just standing expecting
Something from me I DON'T KNOW YOU
Measuring my tissue enough?
Cutting to what size, and why?
The portion of attraction
And that of sheer dread
No face but looking all the same
Grey patterns confess
Lion you are the panther
Sick lord follow your slaves
What can be a defense?
Find the projected wall find the
Ramparts and baths
Baby the stroke is two-fold
With you behind it
But where do you come from?
What do you call home?
How you move that lance
That runs through the length of my spine,
That is a foreign art
Of which I've never seen the like
laboring as a vehicle struggling
To give birth to itself.
How're you faring?
Do you feel this strain of life?
Well, death is stupid.
Albedo do you have a son?
Would he call this mud
That rolls like lard
Over the airy pavement
Grant this passing wind tresses
Of love-fragrance and various other
Resurrected names
Swim, it does or drifts
The whole path being neither voluntary
Nor forced but inevitable
The wondrous season of sailing and
Castration repose
Broken high-pitched eyes left and
Right perturbed virgins and virginal
Dead that does not mean
Any more receptive
Calling the temple a tower or vice versa
Binds the tumult to a crime,
That is, when directed against the comfort
And welll-being of another
Does your junior smoke and drink
But do so in the line of getting it on
Not of striving to be more
Than his share of the blur
Albedo will he love, of course,
As we blind stairwell
To a clammy tangled cellar or
To a marriage with God,
Or God's mistress or both or all
Neither none or something else again
Nodding acceptance of his reign
And the non-reason it is just about all
Left up to him
Rich when another boy confronts yours
They do not draw knives or fists
But embrace enough to charm
The disfigured warriors Gods kings
Nations and businessmen
As children stellar as men universal
Guard you, what you've passed on
Albedo to bless your son
Amazing bell of the next
And the next trumpet of prophecy
Kissing sure tongue to sing
And summon another strain of life.
I travel this distance
And still they leer walking in
Uncalculated patterns to point out
The gap filled with thumbscrews
Except for some other part of
The body white pure so that
They seem never to know the
Agony they inflict supple firm
Innocent of plans to overthrow this
Torturous power these flowers hold
In the process of blooming cages
Being erected to view my company's
Insurrection coup d’ètat blind
Thrashing plan? I don't want
This squirm kick, speak
Loins about my ears speak
I will answer microscopic whisper
But I glow now frustrated
Clownish ogle travel travel
5end the word transmit cause -
Ways over the gap wrap me in
For more jungle hunt and hiding
Tiring of the stinking puzzles
Tests games riddles all that
Garbage is it up to me us you
Will I be spat upon?
With plans and things they
Might as well execute me for
Treason conspiracy along with the
Whole company who delights
In white we will never give up
The hope chocolate white
Soft firm dumb innocence faith
Dumb fantastic walking dream
Nope call under the crawl
Under the hill domination
Yours--Their cat o'nine tails
Spurs hot in the sides of my
Head but this is an honorable
Coup fine upstanding
Prophets dispersed throughout
The living carpet worlds born
Upon morning stars "forever
!t will last" end all I can
Muster is Jeez I hope not
Hope faith love devotion what a
Key I swear I would rather not
Even be here Ajax What do you call it?
Monty's carefully carried-out
Contradiction to the highest degree of
Mindlessness Who I'm to marry
The book it opens
Automatically to the nude
Neo-classical kazoo chorus
O I want her even though
I know from what I've been taught
How wrong it is to desire
Especially that Monty
The book reads of fetishism
Cannibalism ceremonial executing
The children of Baal and Yahweh
History that you'd think
Would point out past mistakes
But o so proud of the difference
The chasm between we & they
The lower animals the beasts of
The realm who haven't the
Smart to be as gullible as we
Look at the dogs pissing off
Their territory the wild things killing
Eating their own kind and raw too
Glad to be better off than that
So that we arrive
Visitors unannounced proud indeed
Of the sheath which we
Happened to be born with
Eat your carrots
And slaughter our hosts
You gave me dark meat you
Know I only eat white meat
Obviously simple to kill
White meat from the breast
Those savages barely human anyway
Breast breast I said
The life of just another
Dog like those scattered
Over our country's highways
Our country's
Breast I said Damn you
Overstepping her margins
My baby's
Breast Breast Breast Breast Breast Breast
Overstepping her margins
Damn you
Overstepping her margins all over
December 7th-25th, 1971
©1972, Nolan Hatcher
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