Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • In the merchant world,
    love is the most bankrupting...

  • O little insect
    you have to burst out of your silk dress...

  • Continuum is the consolidation of forces
    that can not coexist in one (place, time...

  • You stereotype
    when you fixate only on traits...

  • Each god stands as the antipode to its servants—
    a reflection inverted...

  • Just in your eyes
    is the safe haven...

  • Garden is the taste of honey.
    Garden is a symphony...

  • Parallels:
    creator and createe...

  • Sometimes, in the getaway of how
    You've become a hero...

  • I am sickened by this crowd—
    those who lost their Christmas...

  • It was a song—
    that reminded me...

  • If I have come in dress thou hast garmented for...
    I would have found thy garment, not thee...