Love is a social action, love it or not. This time, one of our members decided to make statements on social conditions (illegal immigration, faith, the rat race and contested art spaces), and tie it together with cupid’s bow.
Here, Nihilistic Negro prophesies:
You crossed my mind this morning -
Tenacious memories of you,
Like illegal immigrants
At the Mediterranean
Paddling through the tiniest openings
In the electric walls of my neural defense,
Past the borders
Of my subconscious,
To fill the white-rock shore
Of my mind…
You crossed my mind this noon -
Like the unlearned ritual
Of a devout worshiper's hands
Signing across his head & shoulders
Done, before realised.
You crossed my mind this evening -
Like the zombified hordes
Of white-collar New Yorkers
At rush hour
Raging through a zebra crossing
To halt the passage of all ongoing
Traffic of thoughts…..
Thoughts other than of you.
You crossed my mind tonight -
Like the final stroke
On a calligraphic note
That crosses an incomplete ‘t’
Giving meaning to the letter…
As the florid imprint of your remembrance
Gives to my days.