Poems to the Culture List
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
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