Oh Draco oh, I feel like a snail curling up around a punctured shell
the silvery slick that let me breath was you, so tell
me quick, what bolt of blue you shot off to
leaving me here and not myself and brokeback and dry
you selfish fuck. why did you have to die?
Oh you were always prone to overreact Boy.
You were always prone to a lot of things.
That's ok, I like you limbs splayed, eyes wide
But you know I also like you softer and I like you harder
Get up off your fucking knees before they see you putting the 'dour' in
ardour
Now I'm dead I have my reputation to consider
I am, afterall, a Malfoy.
You were my - joy.
note that
I can still tell a new morning by a new list of chores
A revised row of faces
and strings of words
I've the semblance of a life to lead
Places to go and people who need
me to go on as if I hadn't already seen the collapse of everything
(and liked it. and lived by it). To go on as if i care, but
my strings have been cut. i'm out of the play
I'm not getting up
Are you a mummer or a mollusc, Potter-poppet?
I think the snail's more you.
But the point is mixing metaphors is messy
You were never much aware of the art of making pretty heresies
The rules are simple: you just adopt a point of view
And make it true. But get a clue,
Don't fall for it yourself! Look at you.
Your beliefs are bedrock but you've no notion what to do
You've got it all upside-down poppet. Soddit!
My convictions should be raining down from the sky like tins of sardines
pack't
And I should always be leaping from foot to foot to keep my head from
getting cracked
By some sharp-edged prefab epigram, I suppose?
If it's ok with you I'll keep my knives out towards my foes
Heaven knows, I have enough of them.
Anyhow I'm not like you, my dexterous draco, with yr thick dragon's skin
and yr gorgeous glittering (ominous opacity) -
yr moonrake and slithery toves..
gluck. words that take you as their subject gurgle into ghosts and gasps
the lexicon, like God descending to reclaim a sinner
and finding a phantom smoking into nothing in His grasp-
And you see. I'm most protected when I'm poised protectively
When I'm holding the sky up from the ground, then intuitively
I know (I'm sure about) my origins and my destiny -
then the words and actions come to me so easily but -
You loosed me and you left me and the world is flying apart-
In the wide-awake world, Potter, curtenvours flies are feasting on my heart.
You go on and on about my death, but my flesh is rife with life
Just, the sum of subtle processes isn't Draco any more. So, cease your
strife.
I'm not the plank in your eye. I'm not a reason for the world to break into
pieces
The world doesn't need a reason for that. I want you to find a tall mirror
Stand, and observe your beautiful, unbroken veneer. look for me in a crack
or a sliver
in the small flowers cracking the pavement.
it's mystical sibilant whisper (from god's lips to your ear): get a life.
