by Erik Noonan
where
“world” means “people” life sometimes feels
like
an absurd conceit reified
in
brittle trinkets that not only don’t
correlate
too objectively with an emotion
one
can recognize as real
but
also seem designed to flaunt self-love
before
all save those few who are in
meantime
Thomas Jefferson’s natural aristocracy
(enlightenment
wet dream if ever there was one)
carries
the burden of defense today
as
in Shakespeare’s times nature or God
lent
out sums of excellence at interest
on
one hand and immolated Cook on the other
coldly pure rank non-artistic
lilywhite
Biography:
Erik
Noonan is an LA native; he attended Hampshire College and the New
College of California. His poems, stories and critical prose have
come out in print and online magazines, as well as the collections
Stances (2012, Bird & Beckett) and Haiku d'Etat
(2013, Omerta); a third book is forthcoming this year from Thaddeus
George Press. He's presently revising a study of Paul Blackburn. He
and his wife Mireille live in San Francisco.
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