Monochrome Chameleons Poem by William Greco

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
chorus said
that lords are dead
and sand is made in a land mill

midnight flight
was interrupted
by monochrome chameleons
after that
enough said
we're through silly aeons

craven suitcase
chessboard cab
and drums from thirteenth floor
make me riven
make me sad
and now I have to go

pardon me