That Spring Night

That spring night

It hit me right

In the chest that

The best dressed

Floor sessions

Were lessons

Of repeated

Vowels and

Syllables

And indelibles

And scribbles

In notebooks

And necks

Stifled and

Hardened I

Reach them

Behind

A single

Microphone

I drown and

Am known

For floating

I saw the crowds

That spring night

I saw my stats

And chars

And rats in

My sewer

System

I saw the syndrome

To not let go

And let it grow

To notebook

Fillings like

Cavities and

Captivities

I am free from

What is written

On pages, I have

New stages and

New spring nights