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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.