Gray side of town

gray side of town

One day woke to find

I lived on the gray side of town

where nothing grows

lake dried up.

Dreams suddenly became

persistent burdens

to be drug around.

Out of Marshall amps stacked

to ceilings, placed in halls

came sounds of Kaz

her singing *Don’t slip away*

creating a rainbow

in such gloom.

On the gray side of town

everlasting moments collide

with life passing by

deliberately.

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