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.