Ten Shades of Grey

A Poem by Brian Le Lay
  
Our imitation mouths chimney semi opaque
Secondhand smoke in a glass of turbid water.
I give myself an insulting look shattering the image.
How do I make nine lives last forever?
Our skulls a little grayer, daydreams like days
Themselves angel dust in an ashtray.
Shadows dance inside keyholes.
I hope the phantoms are well.

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