Poetry — July 25, 2011 12:38 — 0 Comments

BILLOW-RIFT – C. Dylan Bassett

The extravagance of June. The ailing moon stale-caught
in Blue.

The sunrise blush shows the gooseberries
in my grandmother’s summer yard.
A greenwood rake leans on the henhouse.
I press my cheeks to the fence-wire,
watch the sunface crack in the canal:
My own reflection a bit broken against the billows.

Bio:

C. Dylan Bassett is a poet and artist from Las Vegas, Nevada. His work has appeared in various magazines and journals. His first full-length collection of poems, Grace Over Everything (2011), is forthcoming this August. He is pursuing an advanced degree in Russian Literature while participating as a collegiate athlete.

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What am I?

Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney