My Amputated Love

My amputated love
Still makes small animal noises but now
They’re an unpleasant kind
That wake me up before the sun
Perforate my eardrums
Then whispers words that I can’t hear

My amputated love

Puts on war paint and drinks too much
Of everything, not only booze
Pulls up a barstool next to mine
Asks me to pass the salt
So it can rub it in my open wounds

My amputated love

Submits an invoice for its pain
Won’t accept payment of any kind
Charges exorbitant interest that would
Make a credit card company blush
Then turns me over for collection

My amputated love

Lies next to me and rubs my thigh
Whispers lies into my ear
Rests her head against my chest and
Listens for the echoes where my heart
Used to beat 


Published by mikepowernyc

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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