Cherry or When Spring Turns To Summer

Photograph: Jonathan Rosenbaum

The Sound thumping at your skull

Your maddened trance
hushing the corridors to my heart

The Falgun breeze,
tickling my insides,
splashing the streets red

flares of crisp cloth,
the ringing bangles,
and the kisses in Lavatories
did not let me forget.

When, Whom and How—
To bind tyranny with a human face.


June 4


A million at the square
Humming for a human Red

Arm in Arm
As the lights go out

The tanks they crawl
Uniforms bloodshot

Arm in Arm
As the lights go out

Interspersed by blinking fire

Riding the crest of misery

Arm in arm
As the lights go out