Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • The tail of a dog
    diving into the water...

  • The adamantine intent of a warrior
    is...

  • A kiss hit me like a clout
    and I instantly forgot my own whereabout...

  • For the nurses they are old lesions
    but for the patients...

  • Is it a wander that I don't feel anything but...
    I wonder...

  • Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
    or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

  • They border us to make us fight.
    When we are separated...

  • You looked at my skin and said:
    you are not bleeding enough...

  • Beneath a flower
    is a vase, is a flower garden...

  • My soul is so tempered and tamed
    in that temple of a little bloom...

  • A mid-phase moon
    is a sand machine...

  • With you I'm begun,
    no more a phantom...