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written by: L.M.Giannone



I am like a verse of broken poetry
having no meter or rhyme
flowing irrationally
with no sense of time
hurting all others
including myself
a vial of poison
kept low on a shelf
I’m just no good for you
like a natural disaster
or a bolt of lightning
that cannot be captured
slip through your fingers
like fine grains of sand
don’t try to tame me
run far from my land



L. M. Giannone is a writer and poet living in the San Francisco Bay Area. Originally from Southern Connecticut, Lisa transplanted herself in California to escape the harsh winters and summers of New England.
She is the author of No Vacancy, a collection of humorous personal essays, and A Touch of Noir, a collection of short stories written in noir style. She has two books in the works for 2017 publication.

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