Dizzy and down, feeling that sickly centripetal pull, circling the drain
don’t let my weight pull you down
I would walk to your door, kneel down on your floor, and beg you to take pity on me if pity
was the medicine I need
I don’t need food
I don’t need water
I don’t need air
I don’t need words
When she lay down soft and let my
tongue wander where it would
the sound of air rolling through her throat was like pebbles
dropping into sand
“You remind me of somebody,” she said. “But I think he’s dead.”
I said, “You remind me of nobody.”
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New album "Observations" available now.
A veteran of NYC’s underground music scene, Mike Power played on the stages of such beloved lost venues as CBGB’s and Kenny’s Castaways, as well as stalwart surviving ones like Arlene’s Grocery and the Bitter End as singer/songwriter/bassist with Late Model Humans. In 2020, quarantining from the global pandemic he worked remotely with other artists to record a collection of new music called Observations, that infuses his punk roots with introspective acoustic pieces.
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