Max Reif Poems

The blank sheet of paper
is always a new beginning,
a chance to create the world again,
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You know the joy
of scanning radio stations
while driving a vast,
uninhabited area at night,
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I've resisted the intrusion
of technology into my life —
more than some,
not as much as others,
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I speak for all the poems here
in thanking the management
for removing the ads
that were draining off our blood.
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You wait, always wait,
equally places and states
of mind:
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Does the endless 7-day cycle
our lives are structured into
get worn like an old leather binder
that's been opened again and again?
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Even Berlin was not divided
like the city of Myself.
I long to visit you, my Soul,
on the other side of the Wall.
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I was writing a poem a day,
sometimes two. It constituted
evidence that I was alive.
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Somewhere in the bowels of Queens with my crazy 2nd wife,
going to meet her grandpa. The insane traffic
last night, some kind of Puerto Rican parade,
and her brother who’d just found God in the car with us,
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I ask forgiveness
for my complicity
in the world's impending
styrofoam catastrophe,
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