Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • I do not wish to live
    but my mom's illness...

  • Unripe grapes ripe in my mouth
    when you kiss me...

  • Aha!
    So this is the mediocre’s law...

  • You are a star shining brilliantly
    far away in sky...

  • Look how those branches
    of trees are nestling within...

  • Why do measurements and sizes
    graze only the surface...

  • Oscillation means equilibrium
    between stillness movement...

  • Gadfly (1) 1

    Buzz, buzz
    This was...

  • Virgin (1) 2

    There are no bite marks on his apple.
    His toys are still in their boxes...

  • Creation (1) 2

    All these roads are the resultants
    of the lashings...

  • This is
    the Saba’s* weft of waft...

  • A swan cannot be alone.
    A lonely swan is only a question mark...