Awkward as an angel
who bears the burden of black beauty
she turns, unaware of the emptiness
that swirls around her lost legs
Legs on which balance the twin curses of
comfort and congeniality
She is a solitary saint
in a universe of undistinguished souls
She is shy and unsure of her shine
and I can see nothing else
My drastic and distracted dreams
kept us forever at wing’s length
So that it is only when I can’t sleep,
when all I can do is lie and listen to her breathe,
that the beating of my heart makes any sense
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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Words & Music by Mike Power 