Minerva System
6.
O flashy panic I love youThat nap now
If only I knew where my head is, I’d lay down
ReallyAnd then I’d golden egg on my faceAs it is
I only miss the shape of you like a tropical
Beverage, umbrella on topWhere on earth could you be
Going going green in the rainforest on a Sunday
Holding hands with a monsterThe third cup of anything
Reminds me I’m nervousSo once againAnd once
Again is necessaryNothing comes to clarityThe dust
In your pajamasA two-headed cricket, who’s 12
Stories writtenI’m not managing my father’s business
Or anything very wellYou can have your name
Embroidered, but still you won’t recall it
The gone family gonerMinerva Athena, a system