Monochrome Chameleons
the leather train
the house without doors
both inside of the brain
one is and one roars
there's a whale
breathing slowly
on the slope of an anthill
the chorus said
that the lords are dead
and sand is made in a land mill
the midnight flight
was interrupted
by monochrome chameleons
and after that
enough said
we're through silly aeons
a craven suitcase
a chessboard cab
and drums from thirteenth floor
make me riven
make me sad
and now I have to go
pardon me
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