Polite Plea

Come and be human with me

eat nothing that means us both leaving the house

sit on the floor in strange places

and sleep in familiar beds

 

I will make art, not for, but about you

speak truths while you’re sleeping and wake you with hands

we will dive deeply into one another

and stay out of our own weary heads

 

We will argue in glorious fireworks

I will throw words, you will break my guitar

remind ourselves that it’s something worth burning

and be all the better for making up

 

Come and eat cereal late at night

in silence, undressed on the kitchen floor

be far too tired for tomorrow’s long stroll

in love, just enough for the waking up

 

come in your own time, and human be

 

yours politely,

lonely me

K. Henson

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Etcétera, etcétera

Weird plastic bottles
Everybody leaves
To the plastic fishes
They eat our feces
There’s nobody in here
Can’t you see them?
Whispering thoughts
Into young boys
The bottom of the ocean
Feels sick of our peace
We are nobody
Can’t you stay a little?
They send me messages
Blur my meaninglessness
Burn your clothes
Hide your ropes
Your father is after us
Run naked into the forest
Meet the plastic people
Kill the plastic people
Don’t you see them?
Don’t bother to fight
We have no right
Left is all that’s left
Feel it in your chest
Empty your consciousness
Fake plastic people
Making more fake plastic people
Elevating more fake plastic people
What happened?
Are you there?
Weird plastic bottles
I am done with my project
Lost all the passion
To people way too shit-fashion
Trapped in complexiness
Dying of simpleness
They’re everywhere
Can’t you take me?
They don’t see
They don’t speak
They don’t think
But I can’t weep
No more.

The beauty in the blame 

There’s this great fear I have 

That I swore to myself 

It’d never be told 

And here I am right now

Looking myself in your eyes 

Feeling my soul entering yours

From every cell of my brain 

Leaking faithfully every word. 

Every great love 

With an even bigger pain they come,

But as I see you turn around 

Whenever we have to say goodbye, 

I know it’s worth it. 

So let me try dear 

To neglect this fear, 

And try to love 

And accept yours. 

Let me tell the truth 

And feel all your pain, 

I wanna make art 

Right out your arms, 

Watch the stars 

Right through your eyes,

Make you forget 

Who you never were. 

You make me feel safe

Like an special alien, 

You give me strength 

To fight my miserable talent.

So if you say I’m going too far, 

And the truth is I’ve lost my mind,

I don’t care either way 

You should know you have the blame 

Of making a better man 

Out of a fucked up depressive jerk.