Your high-pitched lips performed
across the folds of my polka-dot dress,
palms facing the backwards, pornographic belly
of that tuned out guitar you pounded and bruised.
A harmony of secrets slime out
amongst those angsty lyrics
only an adulterer could produce.
The arduous task of penciling in time
for you to break my home
with whole notes of paradigm lust
is becoming sticky and strange;
like the morning secretions
of a previously forgotten evening.
Yet I am held captive in the abstraction
of your breathy cadence, fluid and pretentious
as it may be. You are the unfortunate sharp
in Every Good Boy Does Fine.
The Vocal Lesson By Courtney R. Wick
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Courtney R. Wick is the Editor-in-chief for the online Poetry & Arts Journal, Pocket Change. She studied
English at Southern Illinois University and is currently working towards her MBA. Her most recent publications
are with the monthly art and poetry magazines, Words-myth (July 2008), and Cause & Effect (August 2008).
She is also an army wife who lives with her two dogs, two cats, and a bird.
The Honey Land Review Fall 2008 Volume 1, Issue 1
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