An Aerodynamic Destiny
Charles March
Throughout my time in the Windy City, I perpetually felt a perplexingly perpendicular wind, which
always brought me to the left.
Maybe that’s how I always knew I’d wind up going west.
I initially thought it was this X factor that kept me on a slippery slope,
but now I know that it was this gale-force wind that helped me put down the dope.
At times, the crosswind felt like a crucifix, especially when I needed a fix…
but I escaped the transverse vicissitude of the constant up & down,
and chartered an oblique spiritual slipstream~straight out of town.
Then I tried to harness the hurricane,
but my headwinds had too much clout,
which caused me to flail/fail,
sending my tail between my legs, in a tailwind that spun/strung me out.
I was akin to a bicyclist,
caught in a vicious, cyclonic cycle, with a tour de force French Connection outfit that strong
armed me like a Belgian tourniquet.
I prayed and parlayed for some violent vector to ship me to a disparate sector,
which, led me to enlist in the Navy.
But the knots in my sails didn’t unwaver until I was open enough to ride the breeze with ease,
and utilize the zephyr.
I became a medic to the Marines, who, kept me away from sin
by creating an echelon that
thwarted wayward wind.
Then, by some miracle, through all of the brutal breaches,
we somehow managed to coast to L.A.’s winsome beaches.
And it’s here that we find our current repose, among the country’s
outer reaches, and preposterous prose.
I used to take the “L” train home,
but now I ride the “W” car
wherever I may roam.
Charles March
Throughout my time in the Windy City, I perpetually felt a perplexingly perpendicular wind, which
always brought me to the left.
Maybe that’s how I always knew I’d wind up going west.
I initially thought it was this X factor that kept me on a slippery slope,
but now I know that it was this gale-force wind that helped me put down the dope.
At times, the crosswind felt like a crucifix, especially when I needed a fix…
but I escaped the transverse vicissitude of the constant up & down,
and chartered an oblique spiritual slipstream~straight out of town.
Then I tried to harness the hurricane,
but my headwinds had too much clout,
which caused me to flail/fail,
sending my tail between my legs, in a tailwind that spun/strung me out.
I was akin to a bicyclist,
caught in a vicious, cyclonic cycle, with a tour de force French Connection outfit that strong
armed me like a Belgian tourniquet.
I prayed and parlayed for some violent vector to ship me to a disparate sector,
which, led me to enlist in the Navy.
But the knots in my sails didn’t unwaver until I was open enough to ride the breeze with ease,
and utilize the zephyr.
I became a medic to the Marines, who, kept me away from sin
by creating an echelon that
thwarted wayward wind.
Then, by some miracle, through all of the brutal breaches,
we somehow managed to coast to L.A.’s winsome beaches.
And it’s here that we find our current repose, among the country’s
outer reaches, and preposterous prose.
I used to take the “L” train home,
but now I ride the “W” car
wherever I may roam.
An Aerodynamic Destiny
Charles March
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Charles March
2 poems in morning sun
Kama Rose
2 poems
Kyle Grewing
Two Poems
Navratra
Surreal Evening
Aidan Chafe
Two Poems
Vyacheslav Konoval
Last House on The Block
Lin Elizabeth
Three Poems
Francesca Kritikos
The Language Between Us
Diana Ruzova
MAKING LIFE OUT OF CELERY & TULIPS
Tyler Dillow
V for Vinegar
Trijit Mukherjee
You Can’t Block the Porn
Ron Riekki
Mad
Tiyasha Kranha
Khakis
J.D.
Two Self Portraits
Nicholas O’Donnell
The Scar On My Head
Orest Yaslinskiy
Two Poems
Beatrice Ashton-Lelliot
Killing It
Andrew Tran
Thick
M.V. Preti
Two Poems
Vyarka Kozareva
Joey Song Loses
His Eyes
Jihoon Park
For Myself
Zalene Adler
Goons Romance
Jason Teal
Somewhere Around Alva
Timothy Tarkelly
The Ant, the Seed,
the Watermelon in Me.
Wayland Tracy
What I Knew
Tyler Dempsey
February 2006
Rebecca Wittman
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Tyler Dillow
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Robert Warf
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Seve Christian
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