i live in a grey house

in a grey city
with grey people
who really aren't there
i go to a grey church
with a grey faith
and a grey god
to match my socks
everyday i go to the grey tower
and i work with grey people
i look outside translucent windows
and i see grey skies
i go home to my grey wife
and my grey kids
they sleep grey sleep
and we make grey love
late in the grey night i always wake
and i rub the grey slumber from my eyes
my grey eyes which chance to see
colors dance on my black heart
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"The Grey Man." Inmate art by Michael Nieves, 1994.
Author's collection.
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