Gemini (Him and I)

Mama, I converted
From the bullet in the pistol
To the broadest shoulder
Catching every tear.

We once were making love,
But now we shipped those jobs to India.
Computerized intelligence
Shows us the methods, dear.
I've got the theory,
Though I'm alone
Tonight, tomorrow.

I miss oppressive architecture,
Grandeur with a tint of terror.
Even courts today are welcoming.
My shoulder sits
And waits.
I never move,
Forever motionless, alone,
Collecting everybody's sorrow,
Consoling from my emptiness.

- 12/15/25

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