Rocket Boy

He’s a rocket boy dashing
from here to there his tousled hair
obsessed with toys and play,

changing his mind about which dvd
he wants to watch,
Sponge Bob, Fantastic Four, the Hulk

or the Thunderbirds,
he likes to watch his dvds
on grandpa’s computer

probably because of the 33” screen,
earphones over his ears
lost in his little world

where the Hulk can fall
from outer space, crash to earth
and seek vengeance if he so pleases,

where Sponge Bob soaks up
the thoughts of children everywhere,
a silly Captain Nemo undersea

where the Fantastic Four perform
fantastic rescues, their powers manifold
by my grandson I am told.