Phoenix (old version)

In heaven I will fuck with Rupert Brooke

And be greeted by a twelve-gun ‘salut’

I found a place with no plaque and I’m making it blue

In memoriam to you

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At night I decide, I am swathed and I writhe,

The moon hangs heavy in the sky, and I,

I know what I want.

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I want High Windows.

I want Neptune to rise up out of the sea, and kiss me

On both cheeks.

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My city, I hear you, holler to me

And like a phoenix I will rise

To ash. Night, my cloaking disguise

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Night is leaving my eyes, and I

I don’t know where I’m going.

I only know that I’m going to die.

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In heaven I will fuck with Rupert Brooke

But in the river I have found my home.

Worthless as separating Earth and Heaven

Because London cannot cleave my soul.