Max Reif

Rookie - 58 Points (1948 / OVER 400 POEMS SERVED! !)

Office Hope - Poem by Max Reif

A reasonable human being
surely ought to burn down
his or her house
every five years or so,

when the proliferation of paper
becomes so suffocating that,
cleaning one's office, a few sheets
go into the waste basket

while the rest join dozens
of piles mentally labelled
'To File' or 'Uncertain Whether To Save or Throw Out'.

Writing this, a thought comes
like a plant growing through cement:
some people may have
file draws that actually function
and still have room in them,

and I feel like a sinner
in hell, looking up, feeling
for the first time, hope.

Comments about Office Hope by Max Reif

  • (10/15/2006 11:56:00 AM)

    Max, Max, good to read you again! Combining mountains of paper with wedded double trouble....Ishmael Reed wrote a little poemette that I heard him read that said something to the effect that if he had known he would be the kind of person who would have mountains of paper lying around his home, he would have been born a match! Nice one, Max. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 14, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010

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