Pome Du Jour

Pome du jour Rudderless and leaderless we will traverse The seas and the trails Of meter, rhyme schemes and tropes (If we please) And land on Moot Point - somewhere north of San Francisco. The medium is, after all, the message (per Marshall McLuhan) And a poem must need not 'mean' but 'be' (per Archibald McLeish) Hence, loose the bonds of that inveterate evil thing - mind And think tangentially, not crossing, not intersecting (think in terms of a curve approaching its asymptote), For therein lies the truly spiritual beings we are. A god is immaterial here. But: Vaya con dios,mi amigo.