Candida Skeptics
Candida skeptics escort desire wait
serious embodiment breaks cover leaving innuendo
behind—
a pious contradiction
investigates dreams
saves democracy poised in the wings
and ruptured
waits to be seen
instead pragmatic phenoms like scorpions sting us
all
lodging the proposition in our protesting throats,
the steely point in our necks,
sticking us with proposals like scheming taxmen
into every secret orifice
we thought was hidden.
Only distance now, keep skeletons in our closets
Finding lost communions with our fathers
umbilical cords uncut, our scripts built in
concrete.
Martydom, patriotism, tradition, guilt &
remorse,
greed our new taboos.
We’re barking up the wrong tree, though.
We’re barking at nature now using our principles as
e-ternal subversions.
Help us, Mother. All our speeches even crowed
from bowed branches are not heard.
The distance is killing us.
I’m watching from a juxtaposition imposed on me
–yours and mine.
Can you hear me? Can you hear Me?
Sheila E. Black has been teaching English at Tulsa
Community College in Oklahoma for the past fifteen years. She also teaches Creative Writing workshops
to the elderly and writes a blog on creativity and mental illness called Cultural Blanket. She has been published in Big Bridge,
Sawbuck Journal Online, The Texas Observer, BigCityLit, The Living Arts Press,
and Haggard and Halloo in Austin, Tx.
Sheila has participated in as well as organized poetry readings in Tulsa
at several different venues every year for the last ten years. In late March,
she will be the Curator for the annual Oklahoma Avant Garde show at the Living
Arts Center.
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