Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • Where has the butterfly winged?
    Where has the flower gone...

  • If you kill the messenger
    The message forever...

  • Everything is running,
    seemingly towards somewhere...

  • The awe
    of wrinkles...

  • Mirror 1

    how pretty you are in the vanity mirror
    is how the mirror...

  • It was in the black and white of his magic
    that all my childhood turned into the colour...

  • (old one)
    They conspired against songs...

  • She puts the knife on the lamb’s throat
    but seeing the innocent lamb in the eyes...

  • Hallow 1

    Thus said a boy ingrown and callow
    to his mother...

  • Tears 2

    Sorrow,
    soaked and swollen...

  • I soak in the clear well of morning dues
    to bespatter...

  • There are transparent fossils,
    the fossils of voices...