Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • Master asks the pupils:
    “how would one find enlightenment...

  • When I returned from US there was no fire left in...
    no humble spirit...

  • Two is a good number
    Because you are not lonely at least...

  • How scraped these streets are tonight.
    These streets are exhausted from the exertion and...

  • Let me learn from you how to die
    because...

  • It is so corroding to ask an alchemist
    to give up alcohol...

  • When we are pointing
    at the moon, everyone owns...

  • Cut me down
    cut me out...

  • Don’t be smitten by your religion more than God,
    your party more than liberty...

  • I am only your opposite
    not your enemy...

  • Time is life
    spent in the amnesia...

  • We always forget what
    we are...