Minerva System
3.
Coming to the point where I love youThe sounds
Are what make the rainforest interesting
The oceans clogged with musicYour hair
In a drainYou have no idea where
You’re going with that umbrellaIt’s 10:56
In the morningI just looked at the television
Brightly, saw you crashed there in the future
With a bowl of ice cream, but only roughlySeriously
Where are you going in the rain on a Sunday
This third cup of coffee reminds me I’m nervous
How to amount to something more than a finch
On a tree branch screaming time out
That ship’s spilled its gutsNow I’m covered
In a darkness umbrellaThe ambulance ambulance burning