Max Reif Poems

The greatest poem
is the one you're writing,

sparks flying from your pen
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I want Heaven On Earth
to be my brand name,
I want to be a full distributor.
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On my way to the laundry room just now,
the sky already darkening at 4 pm,
the pale moon had sailed up
alongside the oak with the huge canopy
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Each morning long before dawn,
I rise and creep downstairs,
an alchemist entering his study.
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Maroon-red blazers,
they make the doormen wear
in the lobby of this building
where I live,19 floors up.
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The animals in the zoo must be taken care of,
but the Zoo Director who does it is not an animal.
He's studied the ideal diet of every species,
but he doesn't dine on hay or raw, red meat.
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1.

Every piece of clothing
felt soaked with dread as I packed.
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I am a part of this Humanity
caught between the angels and the apes.
In the grid of my own life
all my weaknesses ambush me,
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Amid the flickering
shadows of the world,
the tapestry that has
no substance, but is
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I've visited a paradise or two,
or made them, with a few brave, kindred souls.
But something always seemed to go askew;
each house of Vision's brick was pocked with holes.
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