Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • In the salt water of these eyes
    there are aquariums of the most glorious colour...

  • Sunset, sunrise,
    two identical positions of opposites...

  • Aflame 1

    In twilight
    on the turning toe of...

  • Let me learn from you how to die
    because...

  • How scraped these streets are tonight.
    These streets are exhausted from the exertion and...

  • Two is a good number
    Because you are not lonely at least...

  • When I returned from US there was no fire left in...
    no humble spirit...

  • Master asks the pupils:
    “how would one find enlightenment...

  • I've lost all these years
    for I am not going to...

  • Search for endlessness
    in the end of these endless...

  • Cut me down
    cut me out...

  • We always forget what
    we are...