Jun 282010
by Joseph Ferguson
Johnny come Lately’s hit the bricks
Hair slicked down in amnionic brilcreem,
Naked as the day he was born.
They give him a hat
Worn at a rakish tilt,
Grabbin his face
Eatin his fingers,
He eyes new-born reality
With half-mast half‑moons.
Johnny Come Lately’s hit the bricks,
Wearin’ my genes,
Diggin’ the fine mess he fell into,
He’s somethin no one’s ever seen before.
