Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • I write haikus for
    folks can't hear heart unless...

  • Rescuing sculptures
    from the rugged boulders is...

  • Through as an arrow,
    the might of all my aspires...

  • I have seen you in darkness
    like a moth that was going towards the fire...

  • Game 2

    Before the game of gamble starts
    it is already paid for...

  • The freedom was never gained
    whether after...

  • O little insect,
    these windows are all ruddy, florid and silky...

  • What a hugless night!
    Such infectious cruelty...

  • The less awareness
    we have the more objects we...

  • Our differences must
    add to our union not to...

  • O deliquescing clocks, deliquescing clocks,
    only timelessness is real...

  • Life is an interlude
    between two deaths...