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David Rushmer



THE FILAMENT’S HEAT

.
                brightness
floodlights
                               the sentence

                                              raining knives.


.
                this world
                               burrows colours
                               the comet cipher

                light
of our houses.



.
your reflection
                in the mouth
                blows visible
                               the marrow

                stuttering
                               smoke spasms
                deep painted,

                sing the bone
                               dripping
                                              in the arm.






.
                               deep inside
                driving
you wake
                deeper
                in the branch
                               escaping


.
                whisper of leaves
embrace

skinned mirror






II

.
                empty mouths

hatched
                the blue gull
                               eternities


.
                between pauses

                the constellation,
light rained spore,

white passages
                to a secret world.


.
                tongue of night
                the dark orbit
                around
                               the second skull


.
sky
                into
                                              heart


.
                               the sound wall
                colliding                naked
                behind
                the breathing

                               at
the
place

they all come

                               injected
                her lace



.
                darkness
                mothered

                folds
                the path

bites
                blood
                               bouquets
the vocal space,

eternities
budding



III

.
                winds’ lung
                                              collapses

shells
another figure
                accompanied
                               through the void


.
                breathed death
                                              from me,

                               into you,

                streams
                by the flood
                blooms
                on each sepal
in each white stone
a wish
                skirts
                your eye

horizons emptied



IV

.
unsheathed eye
                thrust
                               behind
                               his mantle


.
                night
                in the fingertip

                teases the dew

                the moon
pelted
                together
                from
                twilight
swallowing its teeth


.
on the mirror,
                bolt of lightning,
bones harvested
                before the remainder
                               is blown
                under blood


.
                beyond
                the chambers
the memory of matter

time unsheathed
                in the sky tissue



V

.
speech burning

                the lightning of bodies
                ignited deep lattice
                               in
                               the breath

                your tongue
                you hold
                darkening

                               bird song
                               by
                               your
                               own hand
                               buried




David Rushmer lives and works in Cambridge, UK, and has published artworks and poetry in Angel Exhaust, Archive of the Now, Epizootics, E.ratio, Great Works, Molly Bloom, and, Shearsman. His most recent published pamphlets are The Family of Ghosts (Arehouse, Cambridge, 2005) and Blanchot’s Ghost (Oystercatcher Press, 2008). His first full length collection of poetry entitled, Remains to be Seen, will be published by Shearsman in 2018.
 
 
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