WE ARE ALL ROSCOE

Chump promenade.

Variations on kryptonite.

Family interstate odyssey:

her blood sugar, his heart rate

my sinuses. 

Ultra violet rays

in this china shop.

How are we all doing?

Whether it’s the good old boys

kissing customary in leather jackets,

haunted/bonded by the butterflies,

or just your old knowledge

arriving like a rash.

What will devolve, dissolve –

what shape will the puddle take?

Roscoe tried to warn us.
Divine guide dog too wild for this world.

He came to us all hurt and loving,

inspired New Jersey grandmother accents

to call him back from fields and fights.

That’s how bad and how good

he was.