HOME POEM

HOME POEM

I left today’s meaning
on the page
in a notebook
on a desk at home

and so at this veey moment
am floating free
of impulse or obligation
to poetry

and what you see
is what you get
what you read
is what
it means

we can put in bunsen burner
in diffusion chamber
basic chemistry (ask W K
and Beardsley, such
astute
Americans, new world
theorists)
all this word imagination
in the crucible
catalyst
that is the brain

so do not give me your flux and ripples
spooky action in
semiotic field

what travels with you smouldering, close to igniting

I left my poem at home
how clear can that not be?

may explode into being
leaves
and
tree