THE NOSE OF THE COMET*

well here it is
first contact
it is early and
the coffee has
not taken hold yet
marrow still asleep

rumi said:
"be melting snow... wash yourself of yourself"

--el vikingo

*i had a shield
a covering
una cascara
and i begged
to have the breast plate
split open
so the heart was the first skin
the nose
of the comet
(a poem by el aventurero)