White Rock Acres
Blood
dark black hole
The
first that earth
Has
ever seen
Bloody
sky donut
White
rocks
Dirt’s
hard pimple
Make
faces at greasy sky
They’ll
be there all day
Dry
open corn field
With
a house on it
Play
horse left out
Surveilled
by its breath
The
frogs are early this year
They
gargle and bark at
The
salty moon
No
Impact Man
What
a joke
NATURAL BIRTH
After
Carmen Winant’s, My Birth at The
Museum of Modern Art
Gilt
lily
In
thin inky grin
Sin
liltingly
High hill birds
Tilt in
Tits milk wind
Wind rightly spitting birth
Skin
rip it
Minds
dimpling discs
Dirty
twig spits
Yin blitzing win
Split figs
Finishes big
Balding Sunset
Sun
came in
Ice
moves slow
One
cow moo's
One
meow
One
minnow swam
One
snail
No-one
won
In
came sun
Man
maze vows
Scam
a woman
Come
run
Come
in sun
Common
cinnamon dust
Neem
oil essence
Rose
snares
Come
on
UNTITLED #10
After
Agnes Martin at The Guggenheim
Arthur’s
body is the Guggenheim
balcony
balcony balcony!
I
spit out a tooth
put
it in a shell on
his
bedside table
it
makes a sound
a
pearl dropping on
the
blank ocean floor
wash
of 5pm light
splashes
the surface
Central
Park romantic
I
didn't want to kiss face at all
we
stopped to look at the skyline
Agnes
Martin's graphite grids
the
same peaks
she
drew in Untitled #12
clean
air bats
instead
of spitting at trump tower
tender
buttons were dotted
up
and down its surface
they
looked like nipples
in
my dream
i'm
standing outside your cobblestone house
it’s
covered in natural flourishes
vines
and blooming window planters
my
name is Angelika
I
have a pistol at the bottom
of
this basket of fruit
I
enlisted a year early
I'm
Angelika I say at the door
I'm
here to sell my art
Phoebe Greer lives in New York, NY. Their degree is in Global Studies from LIU Global. Phoebe Greer has read at the Poetry Project and has been published in their online journal, The Recluse.