Hexagon

one)avert your eyes ** quilting lightning ** stitching the genes
two)extend to heights unreached ^^ grapefruit fibulae ^^ unsided
three)the old man rides ++ number family jumps by primes ++ infinitagon
four)the news is burning in the night () the cave filled with us () pass the fire
five)the heart is going down ‡‡ the canvas is opening ‡‡ tracing paper matisse
six)the hexagon hurtle ∆∆ two triangles ∆∆ sideswiped into the mathbook
seven)sad, skydiving bear $$ the parachutist sleeps $$ billionaire part one
eight)if your fingernails were wedding rings (and they are) $$ and wakes before the money drops $$ billionaire part two
nine)Z ∞
ten)break hexagons to make wedding wings $$ hexed by a vexagon $$ billionaire part three
eleven)plank ºº hands voice ºº plunge
twelve)whoever is pasted at the bottom of the collage || reflected on crabshells || mirror origin
thirteen)will drink this storm %% wasting fractions %% highland tornado
omega)blood palimpsest >< angels running >< the tenth plague

(2:23)(that’s better…if you listen very hard will can hear a melody come right from the cricket sounds) tell the story once again we’ll take our time because it’s ours as the light begins to bend stand so still ‘n’ spread yr arms…know this string will grow as tired hands sew the strands right into place yr muscles will pull so tight ‘n’ sing along to songs that echo from the caves avert yr eyes from turmoil ‘n’ light we’re not the last of our kind i believe you i feel the line from knot to knot ‘n’ make it mine don’t worry about them keep yr eyes on yr hands ‘n’ yr friends avert yr eyes from turmoil ‘n’ lies yer not the last of yr kind/(1:35)pluck an orange from yr knees will you let yr legs extend to heights unreached? grow in ways these days we’ve never seen somethings to peel shed a layer of yr teeth distance covered vertically a citrus language that you don’t speak manufacture a new health organically man of facts we don’t believe…you chipped my tooth when you hugged me accidentally break the song like a rock i used to climb boulders the ceiling is closer than i thought snakeskin stuffed in the cracks no rattle no fangs no turning back pluck an orange from yr knees will you let yr legs extend to heights unreached?/(1:32)(oh man what i’d give to be back at home snug ‘n’ warm wait a minute what’s that up ahead?) needle or the womb? carpets for rugs sprouting legs shouting bugs burned all the news to fuel bigger bear hugs it’s rare that the sun squares up clear with someone…one one one stitch to sew to the family tree two two two more patterns to align me three three three spools of thread spent on somebody four four for no reason that we can see five five five knitting yarns that might save a life six six six yes the devil’s own crucifix…old man ride the treasure’s inside old man ride to the stalactite to the stalagmite/(1:00)past the fire the pacifier the warmth of fires past the carnival in the poison sky that holds us like a cast the dried out clouds will misbehave ‘n’ yearn to be the worst deep below in endless caves we forget thirst cut a pattern in the ground align our tents with the sounds that tell us where the walls are ‘n’ where to go…down/(1:38)(first ‘n’ second heartsounds are variable in intensity…three) stuck yr head inside the museum picture frame struck by a hammer head opened ‘n’ maimed ‘n’ painted with blood skin covers the canvas a mechanism a real body the head all slanted is the st(r)and broken? ‘n’ the eyes are they cracked? no one is circles our angles are unpacked fleeing into waves but this color isn’t blue green taped a real piece of flesh ‘n’ we don’t see…eyes in mirrors or are the eyes just a mean median modes of expression what we’ve done in one homemade bracelet as if being begun is not simply tracing/(0:21)break a hexagon open wide double triangles without three sides defined as nothing if nothing can hide trying as if you haven’t died/ (1:11)my new money is old news these dollar bills decide that i can’t choose the bear in the winter that can’t fall asleep melting ice to make tea so we lose it parachutist opening late a funeral holiday on the way down down down down gone to the gills ‘n’ born without dollar bills suddenly scuba at a hundred meters with no tank foggedup mask ‘n’ no fins some just can’t win/(1:42)are they hands or decorations for yr jewelry? are we tight fists or tools for tomfoolery?/(0:33)bees stingless lap up bats wingless/(0:40)will it go to the bottom?/(0:21)(voice sounds like a man hammering a nail into a cabin)/(1:24)no one is from where everyone’s going except the reflection at the bottom of the ocean do you see yerself in what i see you wearing? do you know yr eyes? do you see them glaring? pasted collages of humans traced from pavement…back without forth south without north slouch toward the loneliest course…no rearview to steer you no rope to follow back no challenge in the dark no one cheering you on/(3:07)the clouds are rolling with sinew ‘n’ vertebrae carrying the spinalfluid intention unstopping no one is from where everyone’s going except the reflection of the bottom of the ocean…the foam at the surface is tapestry woven of all our omens half of us broken…a third of a fifth wasted on wasting/(1:54)angels running angels running angels running fire licks towards their hearts but their eyes still burn angels running angels running midnight coming ‘n’ the blood runs where the water once was angel running angel running time is broken ‘n’ the blood runs where the water once was burning hands feel the engine rumble in the dark down the hallway to the left i know i hid it somewhere angels angels running