Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • To camouflage their
    smeared hands they deliquesce in...

  • I was a ventriloquist
    all my life until one day on stage...

  • The contact point of continuance is simple: I have...
    I have carved a void to whirl inside. It is a...

  • Tomorrow’s pantry,
    I fed on stored-up wanting...

  • The man on wheelchair died.
    His legs were amputated before his life...

  • Null means everything.
    Zero joints all the angles...

  • In any second our wings portion death and life.
    We are equals as we are together...

  • The fire is only
    everlasting the moment...

  • The observer and the observed are the same,
    yet that sameness cannot be observed...

  • When someone is better than me,
    I feel happy...

  • Maybe you see it in your subconscious
    the wound that more or less we all share...

  • Life's the wrong angle
    everyone must make it right...