Phoenix (old version)

In heaven I will fuck with Rupert Brooke

And be greeted by a twelve-gun โ€˜salutโ€™

I found a place with no plaque and Iโ€™m making it blue

In memoriam to you


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

The moon hangs heavy in the sky, and I,

I know what I want.


I want High Windows.

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

On both cheeks.


My city, I hear you, holler to me

And like a phoenix I will rise

To ash. Night, my cloaking disguise


Night is leaving my eyes, and I

I donโ€™t know where Iโ€™m going.

I only know that Iโ€™m going to die.


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.

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