Mr. Henderson's Adult Orphanage

Mr. Henderson's Adult Orphanage

A Poem by Phillip Wolke
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The continuation of "For The Benefit Of Mister Kite".

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Prologue


Being for the benefit of Mr. H,

Mr. K took center stage,

And into their arms fell a gift,

A woman,

Ms. Jackson,

A recently divorced with no kids.


Part 1:


Just 7 years ago Ms. Jackson,

Moved her house out to the swamp.

She had to find herself of lover,

With a crocodile and a pimp.


Follow velvet sunsets in the ceiling,

You'll find yourself a better hunt.

Mosquitos bite you with their poison,

And Daniel waits for you in wants.


We've got yellow shrimp, lobster and haddock to your heart's desire,

Just remember, eat your kind as it all transpires.


If you enter to the east,

That's Daniel's home where he would pump,

Find yourself the skinny window,

We'll talk about it through the mop.


Part 2:


Go to sleep, to bed,

Take your eyes out with spoons,

Deliver them to the moon.

Mr. Henderson will aid you,

Walk past the fear,

He will always be near.


There's a nightstand to your side,

In the jar is where your eyes go inside.


Leave yourself in the care of clowns and Mr. Kite,

They watch over bodies and steal organs when you sleep at night.


Rest your head, please don't peep,

If you try to see you will be consumed.

Storms bring lightning in the swamp,

Thunder is normal amidst the monsoons.


Nevermind the coroner and his tools,

He's there for you so you eliminate your soul.


Leave yourself in the care of clowns and Mr. Kite,

They watch over bodies and steal organs when you sleep at night.


Oh you'll see Henry the horse of course,

He's rocking there in the playroom to the left.

He's been in your dreams since you had your divorce.

So why not just give in, 

What's left?


Part 3:


Hello Ms. Jackson,

It's time to come and play,

My name is Henry,

I'll be with you all day.

Don't worry that your head hurts,

It's only symptoms from the meds.

I'm here to help,

I'm the horse doctor!

You tell me anything you want to.


Well this is fun!

We love the ones that keep us chasing tails.

I've got a game,

With half a brain let's play insane ‘til you derail.

Oh, don't you love my world of flowers?

They're cannibals all self devouring. 

Lower your barriers,

Trust me I did it,

Hop on the merry-go-round

Let's turn you vertical and make you a Ferris wheel as you go round and round.


Spin the wheel and see your prize,

My name is Henry and we have your eyes.


Part 4:


My friends are Henderson,

Henry and Mr. Kite,

Daniel told me that everything will be alright.

No need to run from the needle fingers,

Injecting love and caresses.

No need to feel the fear in inside me,

The doctor horse Henry made the pain go away.

I am Ms. Jackson,

I am reborn anew in this new body!

I must avoid the evils,

I can play with nobody.

I cannot see,

For eyes do sin,

They took them long ago.

I ride the Ferris wheel round and round again,

I love to feel the vertigo flow.

Meds are healthy,

The horse doctor says,

Don't listen to what's in your head.

The mind tells lies,

The mouth speaks untrue,

Now ask yourself,

What would Mr. Henderson do?

Let yourself spiral away,

Roll way down into dismay.

And if you try to display understanding,

Look away!

Mr Kite says it's alright,

Mr. Henderson's a trustworthy one,

Henry the horse of course isn't corse,

Daniel told me through the mop yesterday.


Part 5:


Hey Mr. Henderson I did the job,

I told her through the mop,

She listened well and made great progress,

She saw the truth and POP!

There went her eyes,

The spoons never lie,

Now can I have my meds?

My head is hurting,

My heart palpitating,

I promise I did good.

I tell all the new believers,

Mr. Henderson you weaver,

You make all good with just one touch,

My life has improved, oh so much.

Every ride I take at the carnival,

The lasting fun for forever more,

My feet skip and click,

I love the candy,

I must admit,

You built a great land!

Mr. Kite is kind!

Henry the horse is my friend!

I love my time here,

That breakfast magic took away my fear.

She'll fit the mold,

She lost her eyes,

Ms. Kite has taken away her disguise.

Now I feel down and need my candy,

You told me,

Get her here and I'll give you command,

Of the Ferris wheel so in demand.


Part 6:

Daniel my dear boy,

You did well,

It's a sin to divorce,

I know you can tell.

“Henry and Mr. Kite!

Join us here to celebrate,

And bring her eyes,

She must not see,

We took her heart and liver already.”

“She's in deep sleep,

I heard her weep,

Oh Mr. Henderson,

She asked me not to leave.

Believe I said,

It's all in your head,

Here's some meds to kill the dread.”

“Oh Henderson,”

Cried Mr. Kite,

“Here are the organs packed up so tight.”

“You all did well,

I am truly proud,

We'll build our world in voices loud!

Now come out children,

The coast is clear,

We have the eyes of the sinner here.”

And out they crept from the very walls,

Some children large,

Some children small.

Little men and women they all stood tall.

“Now to feast!”

Henderson called.

“Bring the jar and heart,

No tears,

Today we cleanse a sinner from her sins,

Cheers!”

And munch down they did,

Until all gone,

They took their care to savour long,

The eyes,

The heart,

The liver too,

Savagely they ate all through the afternoon.

And finally with the fading light,

Mr. Henderson said all his goodnights,

And he and Henry and Mr. Kite walked out of the big top to pure moon light,

Blood on their chins,

But the Ferris wheel,

Never stopped turning,

Dare it steal a look the way of the motly crew,

The carnival went on,

Ms. Jackson died,

The public without a clue.

© 2026 Phillip Wolke


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Phillip Wolke
Phillip Wolke

Mexico City, Mexico



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I am a writer who just started doing shorts stories and have written poetry for years. I love all forms of writing and enjoy turning dreams into short stories. more..