A heart-wrenching poem about an abducted boy called Simon – who lived nearby, was my age and sorta looked like me – in Surrey, BC 1982 – by the “Beast of BC” Clifford Robert Olson (NO relation). Recorded and contributed to Dark Poutine Canadian True Crime podcast – shared here for posterity etc.
RIP Simon and the others.
Be wary for: Simon, Stolen, Shame – Postcard #84
(10MB, 5:27, mp3, stereo)
Pondering the difference
Between letting go and giving up
When I need something
to hold onto
Doing “self-care”
but
I get so wiped out
Waiting for the current
to drive me away
Check the expectations of others –
Where do I hide these feelings?
Why was she so mean?
So tired of being tired each day
Made a list of happy times
Things I’d like in past times
Is this useful or a trap?
So made a list of things to do
When feeling “this”
But find I’m bored
And reminisce simply that I’m blue
Acknowledgment of art and pain
Respect and fellowship
Simply to be loved and adored
“Is that too much to ask?”
Bamboo dish
pointing skyward listening
perhaps
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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004
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10 years later
trees taller
concrete the same
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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004
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Mostly so i can answer Drs when they ask if significant exposure to heavy metals. Not more than others except for Geneva steel labourers. Never worked in an aluminum smelter assuming aluminum is smelted and changing pronunciation in my head, proudly on the fly.
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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018
If only this mountain
two fingers taller
I’d climb it to the sky
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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004
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