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 ...