They fade faster than the November sun

these breaths taken

breaks and diversions between the spaces

of impassioned pleas

bouncing off the walls of an uncertain knowing

words and phrases twisted to suit the suit

because ignorance will have its way

prostituting your dreams

down blind alleys of maybe and could be

but when days are short and nights are long

you can still feast on the contents of your rebel mind


Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

6 thoughts on “Pointless”

    1. I’m happy you liked this slpmartin. The suits are my arch nemesis and though dark, the night is a friend for many reasons.

  1. I like how you take this stark image of November nights and dark alleys and create it into something empowering. In those long cold nights, you can be emblazoned, emboldened, and empowered! You do such a marvelous job of starting somewhere with a poem and completely taking us somewhere else.

    1. I like to make things that are seemingly crushing or oppressive, the catalyst for overcoming and the November sun seemed to serve this purpose. I like that I surprise you when you read, my fear is predictability, I’m that mercurial and sameness is death to me. Something tells me you will understand this. 😉

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