Gray Haze

In my side of town nights get longer and longer.

They expand until all proof of sunlight is gone.

Lost souls watch from the nosebleeds and corners,

And the flowers are starting to look pretty gaunt.

In my side of town stories fall on their faces.

Cynics drown them as critics set them ablaze.

People hand me pens that don’t leave a trace

And greedy hands fill our skulls with gray haze.

-Jackie