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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Sanambin road goes to the airport
Occasionally closed for a motorcade of minor relations of Royals Reviewing, visiting Buddhas, adorned with black-clad citizens, black ribbons to indicate respect and match endless bunting and banners of visage — with camera, saxophone, with monkey cheek, with ribbons, bespectacled always
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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018
Found you like a seashell
picked up
before cutting my toe
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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004
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The obvious anonymity allows one to wander, unhindered by conversations about homes, jobs and places to go
Nowhere to be but here
Markets of fruits, meats with flies and disposable clothes
Hospitals, shops of pots and pans and endless choices for scooter repairs, stationary by train station Sidewalk stands of noodles, meat on sticks which unify the world, tuk-tuks, rickshaw bikes who don’t want to go far, bank machines and carbon sheet receipts, taxis never seem to know any one of my three destinations: inn, hospital, clinic
Repeat
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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018
Coral green
your eyes
follow me to sleep
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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004
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