Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • Whatever to others we do,
    whether in the scale of “so many” or a...

  • I dream of you
    in jazz...

  • I cannot identify with these objects any longer.
    They are not what my past indicated them to be...

  • All in silver and grey,
    in the dying bed...

  • Looking into the paradox
    of distance and destination...

  • If you crucify him again,
    what will be your excuse...

  • There are transparent fossils,
    the fossils of voices...

  • Beauty is the attribute of harmony and colours,
    justness of the portions and equality...

  • Four shadows in light,
    triads fold to squares in dusk...

  • They all wait like vultures:
    When the injured bird would fall...

  • The Fear (2) 1

    They scare us with death
    Until we are frightened of living...

  • He could never have
    the woman he loved because...