Poems to the Culture List

Monday, December 25, 2006

fertility

some say the world will end
in a surfeit of Chinese

now they're saying
it might be Indians

from what I've tasted of desire
I think that I would prefer Chinese

although if it had to perish twice
Indians are also great
and would suffice

--Ross Bender

Friday, December 01, 2006

can’t get her outta my face

her breathing rises and falls

like cricket song

in the deep night

like the waves rolling in

at Cape May



you know the taste

on your tongue for hours

or days

after lots of raw onions?



it cloys

it's like that



can't get her outta my face


--Ross Bender

I sold my soul to a big-breasted girl