Moments Being There

Today, I burned a memory

Of what a different cachet

Would be

But it’s not even close

It was just me talking

To a ghost

And there I was

In between the ai

Groceries and a memory

Hoping i wouldn’t

Flash everyone on the street

As I opened my windows

To vent the black smoke

I shouldn’t cook in the nude

But then again

I probably shouldn’t

Talk to a ghost

Either

I burned a little memory today

Of a Sphinx who was never gonna stay

But it wasn't even close, it was a lie

Just me talking to a ghost passing by

Oh, there I was, standing in between

The AI groceries and a faded dream

Hoping that the neighbors wouldn't see

The strange and smokey comedy of me

I threw the windows open to the street

To vent the black smoke and the sudden heat

Standing in the kitchen, stripped and bare

Wishing I could clear the heavy air

Well, they say you shouldn't cook without your clothes

That's just the way the kitchen story goes

But then again, it’s probably just as bad

To talk to ghosts of things you never had

So I watch the smoke drift out into the night

And the kitchen turns from dark back into light

No more will-o'-the-wisp made of promises and dust

Just a naked cook who's doing what they must

Yeah, talking to a ghost, oh no

Cooking in the nude, watch it go

Just a silly little ditty in the smoke

La la la, it's all a bit of a joke

Yeah, it's just me and the ghost