those who left us
still accompany
in peripherals
just outside range perceptible
Muybridge, persistence of vision
peeling white barn on hill
its one dark eye
regards me plaintively
what frontage roads lead to
Cremation Society
classical rendition
of Madonna’s material girl
fits right into antiquity,
wigs and sequins
layer cake and macaroons
cherry blossoms decompose
nourish the grass feeds the lambs
that afterlife is certain
and splendiferous,
giddying even
from curb
cuffed protesters are only ones
who seem perturbed
by flag on the ground, sullied amongst strewn refuse
beanbag rounds, diced tents
Jerome Berglund
Jerome Berglund has worked as everything from dishwasher to paralegal, night watchman to assembler of heart valves. Many haiku, haiga and haibun he’s written have been exhibited or are forthcoming online and in print, most recently in Bottle Rockets, Frogpond, and Modern Haiku. His first full-length collections of poetry Bathtub Poems and Funny Pages were just released by Setu and Meat For Tea press, and a mixed media chapbook showcasing his fine art imagery is available now from Yavanika. He is also an established, award-winning photographer, whose black and white pictures have been shown in New York, Minneapolis, and Santa Monica galleries.
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