The Joel Train

i havent talked to my parents since the election. i dont know how to comunicate with them without the whole thing turning into a good old fashioned gradeschool taunting.
as november got closer and closer, any interaction with my folks always included the phrase "and dont worry, we wont talk politics." now that its over i guess i should at least acknowledge that my guy lost and their guy won...i picture half the nation having to make their own concilitory speeches just like Kerry, only this speech is made to smug family members and friends. maybe we need some kind of blanket press release

"Okay, okay. fine. he's president. you win." sincerly 55.9 million people.

The Language of my Soul


Dear sweet Lenny Kravits.
I remember well those long nights
alone in my room
wondering,
what must it be like to touch a girl?
are they sticky?
their nectar peeking from behind tiny pores.
waiting to be tasted by my long probiscus
well. my probiscus anyway.

Now, my life in clear focus
questions answered:
girls are sticky.
not like I thought.
and you with your long snaking hair
and your power.

“I'm crazy for that lady
She's chic but she's not shady yeah
Sophisticated lady
And she makes me feel good
She's so fine
Never knew there was such a lady
That would make me want to straighten
Out my life at this time but I find
I'm thinkin' 'bout this pretty lady
I would love for her to have my baby'Cause you know she's no fool
She's refined”

Thank you Lenny Kravits,
So many years and you,
you still speaking
the language of my soul.