Hanging Monets

Save me from storied allegory
bore me with your tallied fallacy
humor me with lipped hypocrisy

hang me up in your tree
tradition breaking limbs
dead weight of free thoughts

defeat, an inner seed
dark water
magnetic negativity

hear ye, hear me out
most times I don’t
feel like shouting
I close my eyes
blinded by sentiments

dirt dripping up like
inverted runes

it’s all how you
see it
hanging Monets
upside down
righting stomach
so mis deeds

this mind is acid
antacid an
a reason to

flush away
chalk taste

begin anew
on empty

I give you
a little piece of my heart
by ventricle.


© Copyright Steve Shultz. All rights reserved.


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