Jussi Silliman

in a ruffled skin suit, lookin' quite pirate.

jest by a pond, incessant jest.

sunfish nibble on crumbs of wheat-bread 

               (from between)

your antique toes dangling from your antique feet.

the best day 

in 74 years.

Distasteful internal itch

Enlarges to a single grain of pain

Another handful of grain, ground up into flour

Thick dough, soon to be bread

Heat (350º), the oven bakes the bread

done!

lightheaded and short of breath,

you grasp your chest with one hand,

you bring the other up to your brow,

a cruel pain takes over your body.

slip off your socks as you slip out of consciousness.

a great star has gone out,

a single strand of smoke lingers.

 (and is gone)

nothingness by a pond, incessant nothingness.

sun, it rises.

yoke of the sky.