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