Fragments of Da Joey Boi

1
Prayer of Da Joey Boi:
WHEN I WAKE AND WHEN
I SLEEP IS MY OWN BUSINESS
AND I DONT NEED NO ANGELS
HANGIN AROUND MY BED
WAITIN FOR ME GOT IT
AMEN

2
Q: Why is da Joey Boi stupid?
A: Drunk with
Eternal Hope Fueled By
The Last Episode Of Every Sitcom He’s
Ever Seen Joey Boi Has A Stupid Dream
And When He Wakes Up He Breaks His Jaw
Against His Jaw Biting Down On The Long
Sweet End

3
Joey Boi fancies himself
Trod-on, button-pressed,
The punch line:
Saturday Sky
Tight as
Snare drum skin
But soundless
When trounced

4
He does not know her name he knows
Her song with
Sackfuls of quarters he can play it
All night long
On the red-hot jukebox &
In its halo
He dwells
Joey Boi
You handsome guy you
She’ll tell him

5
Thus squawks the Joey Boi:
Regarding the birds streaming out
In a line he had a
Question no one knows if
They are for sure swans
Stupid Joey
Down his yawning throat
A floating feather from his
Feather coat

6
The accursed Joey Boi
Snips a hag’s bangs and gets
Himself Cursed.
Whatever Ye Lift
Ye Shall Not Put Down.
“Magic don’t agree
Wit Da Joey Boi…”
Uncloaks a fist,
Angels swoop
To delay the whooping

7
Thus mopes the Joey Boi:
To wear
The room like
A coat
To gather his pouts
Into sack
Like gold: As
The doe-eyed-corpse
Crawls between them leather
Bachelors

8
Oh Radiant Owie!
Broiling owtward w/
Molten ow vestments and
Halo ow burns Joey-shaped
Hole in futon ow ow “Poor
Joey!” Mourns the dove he says
“Ahhhhh SHOO if you can’t
Love me”


9
Da Joey Boi, his heart spanks.
Finds some memories
Hi-def & hypnotic, others strictly
Erotic. The audience is
Bored Live.
The Pain is ON AIR
Is Pain-o-Rama is
Pulpy is
This thing on

10
Joey Boi up to his ears in
No Good
Ascends the fence
The bleachers scrambles
And broadcast
Booth to roof
Plunges an icicle into
The Sun

With Brave Mark
They conducted the evening
’One beer each

11
He’s rubbing
Her shoulder
Off with his hand
Dissolves in toilet
Water how long has he
Been in there? How
Long’s Joey been in there
How much
Longer

12
Joey Boi is
Glass Bachelor, The
And never really did believe
Only entertained idea of
Angels because
Give him a break he is
Broken and
We are all
Entertained

13
Q: Where is da Joey Boi?
A: Between Da Cushions


14
Da Joey Boi dreams clouds
Like creamy midriffs and
Lets loose his pearls sigh
Into again blink-blink 3 AM
Perverted Wilderness.
“Nodda pup nodda hound just
A God-damned dawg.”
Good night, Joey Boi.

15
Joey Boi’s a hero
Here’s how:
For Keeping A Flame
(Ever-Fattening) From
For Clenching His Eyes
Master Of His Hot Temptation
For Smiling

16
Tha tricky Joey Boi
Pulls his own thumb off,
Forgets it someplace, your shorts
A teacup the
Bass drum the
Bait shack the
Forgetful Joey Boi!
But that’s the
Trick: Forgetting

17
Joey Boi is spiffed
& Unspurned
Will make a smooth exit
& white hot ascension
Will not mop Friday
From Saturday’s new
Deck (There’s no need)
Will not jangle
The galaxy’s key chain

18
Joey Boi kissed a hundred
Clammed-up Katies
Who claim
To not remember.
Now
A few go blush-blush,
Confess
We do recall
But we regret
Joey does some
Quick math:
His lips were chapped
About half
The times

19
Joey snapped his soul
Stretching.
At the Home Run
Derby, the Boi’s
A sigh unlikely.
No one clapped.
The pitch, like a kiss,
A hickey with stitches,
No one clapped,
He’s outta there

20
Joey wonders:
Has there ever been a parable
Such as dis? Waking making
Sleep unbearable?
Yes Joey. Then the
Brunette draws a dagger
Hung between her breasts
And chop-chop goes Da Joey Boi!
Thus is the flavor of Friendship.
Joey Boi, slashed, asks one last
Question: How
Does it end?