For July's Poem of the Month, I have chosen the poem Me by Adam Lively
It is taken from his collection Rainy Daze.

The Scream by Shayna Michaels

Who is himself
Without which
He would be somebody else.

Without tears
He gives no unction
Within fears
He cannot function
And we, they, themselves
Can rely on that.

Brown eyes
Brown hair
Brown ears
To hear what I
Or they articulate.

By chance.
Or mere verbs to masticate?
Very probably.

That’s your  man alright
“Yew Rutter”
Therein they say I quoth.

What was he?
Or is it to say
What  imprimatur states his name?
I, that’s he, that was me
And yet  the circle remains unbroken.
Weld the sky,
Just don’t ask why!

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