Some Sniveling

 
Cut the trailing  
Don't dog my footfalls  
Through shredded selfs  
My beheaded former forms  
Failing  
Ailing allegories strung from the ceiling  
Supposedly  
To typify healing  
 
Enactments string fish lines  
Through my shaded encampments  
 
Scorn honed into horns  
Tines of the entourage  
To bore me...  
Since...  
I'm not fine  
I'm not fine  
 
Sirens squeal  
The spiels to sponsor  
My bankruptcy  
My bleak breaking  
My nerves are aching  
 
A prodigal novella  
Nags  
To fleet and...  
Fall  
On better feet  
To choke it down  
To chew cold conceit