GREEN SPILL

what i ate
my childhood
or the time-bullets
into my pores
i lit myself
am star
a beautiful lady never
squints
i lie about what i can see
into mouth
something is really funny
my dead-horse
my shot-gun
smallness of me
underneath sky
HAHA
pepper
leather
w/ spears
barely a universe
radiation
makes me
nothing
muffled huffs
ears bleed
on it
grass as anywhere
and for lunch.