Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • They don't mean their words
    words for them are contests of...

  • When I saw you first,
    I knew then, I've never learned...

  • I was a ventriloquist
    all my life until one day on stage...

  • I wonder if the Israeli army
    bomb children in the sabbath day too...

  • No one could hear us.
    We are so quiet yet our...

  • Holding on to youth
    in the mirror seeing you're...

  • 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...