KOOLLEGGED

The river where your legs meet
sprouts wings and runs and crawls
and kicks and now speaks.
The feelings I get now are close but I doubt
they could ever compete.
I remember drinking Kool-Aid
it's odour and it's taste
and drinking 7-Up to get well.
A picture of Jesus and an Indian over my bed,
and playing with parts of my self.
And now you're so forgiving.