pigs daiyo

soul flower take me flying with you

mac words to a grandfather

From†:† Michael Ackhurst
Sent†:† November†9,†2004†6:28:40†AM
To†:† lucidluna@hotmail.com, malcolm@hfx.eastlink.ca, yo_mal@hotmail.com, lindafofinha@rediffmail.com, julia_sunshine_327@hotmail.com
Subject†:† Hi, gramps is sick. BUt he's old so it's OK LOve to you all.
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Poppa Bill,
My strength to you grandfather! What I have for you is only a note, but your memory fills it's lines. Good recovery to you.


Upon hearing you were sick I wrote to you;


Bill,


I took a walk today, out further than usual on the dusty paths of Dar's less famous neighbourhoods.††I was not annyomous among the shacks and shops--everyone took notice in a stunned and friendly way.††


I walked through a pack of kids playing a sundown game of soccor with a bundled rag.††They stopped as I said a cheery "mambo!" (Hello!) and their eyes opened wider, and silent. I kept walking, and in the sand of the road I saw a pair of abandoned bicycle handlebars.


Well concious of the eyes on me, I picked them up and turned to the kids to ask, "Can I borrow this bicycle?" Handlebars in front, I waved goodbye and put on a show of pedalling this invisible bike down the road.


What a song of laughter! And I giggled too, leaned the "bike" against a cashew tree and carried on.††The kids were still tickled, and when I turned back I saw a boy with the handlebars himself, and to everyones applause he continued the show-- the spotlight now on him.††And some joy of life with us all.


This is what you give me: humanity, humour and audacity. The genious of a "serious" joke! You teach the music of courage Bill and I am proud to sing your songs. A finer grandfather I could not imagine so give us another one now!


I trust, as the poem says, you will not go quietly into this or any good night... so with my love to you, I send pity for your nurses! You are a handful,††a precious handful.††You may borrow my bike on your road to revovery.


UNtil I see you,


Your faithful grandson,


MIchael William Ackhurst

smitten i surrender

alls i know is with this burning between my legs... the banks have been breached and worth now flows orange like leaves in these autumn storms.




nov 4


it is on kilis floor that i lie
i wish to suck my fingers and curl my toes
these beats throb in the floor that i lie
my breasts throb in proximity of you
here, is the intoxicated, eyes rolled back, serpant of rising
in the base of my throat
i must part my lips
lifting chin
my head falls back to this rising passion

a puddle that reflects the sun
a piece of paper with my name on it

this is me with the sun sky forest puddle halo
this is me down there
that is me up there
a piece of paper with my name on it
my name on it
me my name
me i exist?
with these years behind me i should know.
but this knowledge brings me to my knees, to tears
you
you sit here near me
and i trust you
i trust you with these thoughts
it is you who has intoxicated me who has injected my body with this languid sensuality

it is you who i rise for when i taste my own fingers.

in this sensual intoxication, i curl
thighs spread, running red

"all those ships that never sailed,
the ones with their seacocks open,
that were scuttled in their stalls,
today
i bring them back
huge and intransitory
and let them sail
forever."




writhing on the floorr with these serpants of passion
i am finally getting down to the simple truth of my life.

i am feeling this crazy lightness
like the lower half of my body is holding to earth my upper half,
muscles supple
like a weight has left me and here i bounce.