geometric pineapple

"...dark, narcotically heavy music that sounded like dragging yourself up the wooden staircase of a dungeon after being dosed with two bottles of cough syrup by a serial killer."

1.
relief in submerging
the Drake Equation, solved

a land without winter
burning

here a dark morning
wind, not rain yet, but soon

the Drake Equation, solved--
as if there had been a question

2.
leaves flee, a dragonfly hurls itself
right at my windshield, sheers off
dark cloud just above the trees

pale dust lifting
from the corner construction site as I turn
pale dust against iron gray sky