Tax Cappuccinos to pay the national debt!

for Joe

heart shaped
reverb-vibrations
in our pool of
memory
roasted and
tanned on rivers
of cosmic white
time intrusion waves
flexing ever-outward
to the edge of
known space and
what's beyond--

a sinking velvet foam--

heat building
to eventual entropy
stagnation

dry eyes
mouths

dark depths of the
void dipping
dripping

a sliding cup

further--

further
to the bottom of the universe.