Smoke Rings Of The Chameleon 04/07/89

Looking for attention, he stared around the almost empty room
As he let the smoke escape from his knife-like nose
He saw her glancing at him and he knew he had her cold
She didn't even have the time just to suppose
He stamped the life out of the cigarette butt
And he came right at her oh so very hard
And before she could even take a single tiny breath
He turned her sullen eyes to shiny shards
She thought that she had finally escaped all of the pain
Just as the smoke escaped from his bright plastic face
But the smoke had built a cloud from which she could not be free
He destroyed her with efficiency and grace
He left her in the room where he had had her oh so cold
He lit one up as he walked calmly out the door
Her clothes were stained with ashes and her mouth was filled with butts
Shiny shards went back sullen as she knew happiness no more
Much later on they met in a room much like the first
He blew smoke at her and thought he caused her pain
Slowly she looked at him her eyes gleaming with a joy
And she laughed as she won back all of his gains
A chameleon with women he turned a color quick
But he never had a color of his own
So the garments of affection that he'd weave were always thin
And they frayed to nothing soon after being sewn
She had learned the way to weave a thinner garment thick
Her beauty had not withered but had grown
She had wiped away the soot of his lipless lifeless grin
And dispersed the cloud his sickly wind had blown
Then she took the smoke he hissed at her and turned it into rings
That she wove around her fingers til nothing else remained
But a green tinted copper jewel with specks of smoky gray
That she rubs each day as a reminder that she's escaped all of the pain