Prose: kansas vs. california

tonite the beach lurks like a dead body-
and i am walking in its dead look, a dead fruit
sweet as cum and soft so soft like breasts...

tell her i'm sorry that when i open my mouth,
my body leaks out of it, and that is why i can't touch her right
tell her i'm sorry that when i close myself over her,
the moon shuts her cataract eye, that is why i do not see her face cry
tell her i'm sorry that when i leave her,
my head caves in at the thought, and that is why i can't stay by her skin

when i stand here, the sand yields like a thousand other human beings, in a pile,
all dead, their bodies still hypnotized by living
i am that world she knows she knows she knows
the housework of seeds and jealousy,
without clothes, a thousand arms of water, plucking at me-
that is how she loves me forever.