Oh spaceman from another planet.

You’ve come to save the Earth goddammit.

Yet they meet you with no gentility.

Wielding spoons with such hostility.

You only want to be our friend.

Oh will your broken antenna mend?
I have loved you from afar.

While you travel ‘twixt and ‘tween a distant star.

I wonder if you will ever be mine,

And if our bodies will entwine?

My feelings grow strong and ever intenser.

Will I ever be picked up by your sensor?
Come to me by sky and road,

Touch me longingly with your electrode.

Take me in your metal arms,

Woo me with your aluminium charms.

Whisper sweet nothings when I sleep,

Beep – bee-bee-beeep beep bee-eeep.

Again to meet you Martin Sloan,

To see your name carved on a stand,

To find outside your childhood home –

The glove that fits your catching hand.

To ride the swirling carousel,

Through the winding mists of time,

To feel the pure nostalgic hell,

To know that what is yours, was mine.

Forgive the terror I may cause

in seeking to connect with you

May you enjoy this carefree pause

May you enjoy as I would do.

Your triple scoop will cost a dime

But now your limp – that cost was mine.

Well Honey I don’t know

I just don’t know
sometimes 
well
I mean there’s something

I should I mean I need

to tell you
to tell you, I love you
If a man as blind as me

can see nothing but you

you must be close

to my heart

I mean, can you see me?

In the ruins, far off in the distance, he heard a small voice.
With his hands out, groping to make his way, Henry followed the sound of that small but incessant voice.
“What took you so long,” she asked, “I am starved for companionship.  All of my friends are gone.”
“Do you read?” 
“I read in every written language.”
“You shall never be lonely again,” he said.  

I wrote a nice poem, with lots of nice words.

But you wrote one back that was mean.

I try to be Friends, and I try and I try.

But you just use that word so obscene. 
I am all about Friends, I am not about Hate,

And I want to be kind and polite.

But you push and you push and you push and you push,

It just seems that you’re picking a fight. 
You know of my past, and you know I am strong,

And you know that I care for my loves.

If you just must persist, and keep on with this path,

I will soon be removing my gloves. 
I’ve given you chances, and chances galore,

To be nice and be Friendly and True,

But it seems that it’s hopeless, despite all my tries,

The the problem ain’t me, bub, IT’S YOU.
You should know that my limit, has been now surpassed,

That your CREEPY and MEANNESS is wrong !!!!

If you just must persist, and keep up this attack,

You just won’t be around very long. 
I don’t need stairs to deal with YOU, bub! 

Books are read,

Newspapers are too,

No need to see,

I’ll read to you.
From Janet Tyler

To: Henry Bemis

lovely little doll

innocent and childish

“Oh crap!” It’s creepy!

In the hot city

There is no one to love you

Only the Sun can.

In the twilight zone

one feels only darkness there

there is no way out

No time with the sun

I could help you see again

Oh my heart, it burns.
-From Norma to Henry

I’ve searched for months and found you there
Sitting in your rocking chair
First human I have seen in weeks
Distressed, lovely, tear-stained cheeks
An abandoned wanderer all alone
Looks into your eyes and found a home

Even though your face is whack,

I’ll always have your back.

Your beauty is on the inside,

About that, I have never lied.

I tried to fix your face many times,

but that’s not why I call you mine.

You are mine because you are sweet,

that is why our love is so neat. 

I don’t know your name,

but you’re the woman for me.

Because you live within your means

and handle the little things so effectively

I know you think me “different.”

You use that AWEFUL WORD.

But that you still might like me,

Is really not absurd. 
I watch you from a distance,

And often from afar.

I see you every morning,

As you go get in your car. 
We often talk on Twitter,

Where you seem to call me out.

But perhaps that is your love way,

And you want to ask me out. 
You seem so oh-so happy,

Your smile is nice and bright,

I watch you through the windows,

Until you turn out the light. 
You say you are a true friend,

with little f and t,

Perhaps you are a shy one,

Truly in LOVE with ME.
Won’t you PLEASE be my True Friend?  (big T, big F)
and STOP USING THAT WORD !!!!!! It is NOT NICE to do that !!!!!

O Giant Lady (for Lady you are!)

	in the farmhouse

How valiantly defending

	your self

	your land

	your people

	your planet

from invaders

from American imperialist troops

from fear itself
O Giant Lady (though I am from USA)

	will you let me read to you?

As you seem to be,

	I am all alone

	I am hungry for

		your company

		your cooking

		your visions
O Giant Lady (in another zone)

	how can I come to you

	how can you come to me

	how can I see you

	how can I read to you
O Giant Lady (if there is time enough)

	be my friend!
–Henry Bemis