If Jupiter could sing,
its voice would echo like a thousand
crescendos lost in the vacuum of space.
Imagine a comet, tail long and proud,
doing a pirouette through the asteroid belt—
the stars would laugh in fits,
their light wavering like a drunken flame.
A black hole walks into a bar,
the bartender says, “We don’t serve your kind.”
But the black hole just grins, absorbing all
light and laughter alike.
Somewhere in the Andromeda,
a neutron star tells a joke to a supernova,
and the punchline travels faster than light.