Max Reif Poems

I.

The company’s magnetic logo plunked
onto both sides of my Mazda,
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I ask forgiveness
for my complicity
in the world's impending
styrofoam catastrophe,
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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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Staring at that gold
seam up her ass,
stitched on that fathomless
blue that takes my eyes
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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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Yes, death is a fact of life,
but as I put up the memorial
web page for departed
high school classmates
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Well, shashay down the Home Page line,
Swing your partner every time,
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I sat all day in the blinds in the marsh,
trying to trap a poem.
I set my traps in the deep woods.
I dug a hole in the ice,
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I. Concord Skateboard Park

Sheltered in this smooth, round,
concrete nest of dips and curves,
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