March 2019 by The Michael Character Lyrics
(spoken)
March 2019
I reread my poem from January and it doesn’t hurt anymore
It felt like reading something old, encased in glass you aren’t allowed to touch
Like a museum visit
Once I stood in front of the Dexter Street Baptist Church where Dr. King preached in Montgomery and tried really, really hard to make a meaningful memory
I relaxed my body to hazard a meditative stare
Deep breaths
But all I could do was stand
And know
And the feeling never came
Perhaps the lesson was in the mundanity
I broke veg and ate half a rack of meaty, center-cut ribs after we left the church
At the next rest stop, I walked like I was underwater
Rib speed
My body struggling for every muscle twitch, every joint bent
I embodied the heaviness I couldn’t feel
And by the next rest stop that heaviness was gone too
I want to get the, uh, bubbles, but it's hard
March 2019
I reread my poem from January and it doesn’t hurt anymore
It felt like reading something old, encased in glass you aren’t allowed to touch
Like a museum visit
Once I stood in front of the Dexter Street Baptist Church where Dr. King preached in Montgomery and tried really, really hard to make a meaningful memory
I relaxed my body to hazard a meditative stare
Deep breaths
But all I could do was stand
And know
And the feeling never came
Perhaps the lesson was in the mundanity
I broke veg and ate half a rack of meaty, center-cut ribs after we left the church
At the next rest stop, I walked like I was underwater
Rib speed
My body struggling for every muscle twitch, every joint bent
I embodied the heaviness I couldn’t feel
And by the next rest stop that heaviness was gone too
I want to get the, uh, bubbles, but it's hard