There is a reason we call it falling in love
We are always looking forward
and neglect to see the thing
lying at our feet, across the path
It only takes a little tangle in our
toes or in our ankles
to bring our tower of illusions crashing down
Crumbling rationality and reason
independence and clarity
future and past
continuity
sanity
Love leaves us humbled, lying flat
squinting up at her blinding light
grateful for the warmth
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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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