Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • Now is nothing
    And everything...

  • life is a second stretched to eternity.
    There is only a second...

  • The meadow of night,
    and the herd of whiteness...

  • These monotonic folks do not see the dual-effect...
    They...

  • Unable to see the derision
    of themselves...

  • We’ve been devoured
    therefor we are devouring machines...

  • Leave the wastes where they belong:
    in the stores...

  • Dreams 1

    To dream is to wake up
    and to wake up is to dream...

  • Does Real madness need audience?
    Does the insanity of love, splendor...

  • I do not know how long I am going to live
    I do not know how long we shall be together...

  • I am the humble man of your virtue.
    I am the fire from within...

  • Nothing more serrated than the stretch of a bloom...
    Nothing is craggier than the distance of two...