Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • That is us hanging
    from our shared index limb like...

  • We hide in others
    when the others are not the...

  • To go furthest from
    the subject of your hate would...

  • No one runs the show
    the truth is that the show is...

  • We shall always bleed
    out of these wounds, for living...

  • We are dreaming without me and you,
    gasping oxygen from the bubbles...

  • I have seen THE horror
    of where the truth...

  • Flow means this moment.
    Now flows like a candle light...

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

  • In the even scales
    of fangs there are no justness...

  • Albert Einstein:
    “The only reason for time is so that everything...

  • Fragrances are the decalcomania of elegant flowers...
    Butterflies are the flowers decalcomania in...