There is no place now that is safe for my gaze
No soft landing for my eyes
Once things turn hard it’s hard to make them soft again
It’s cold enough to crack my lips
and fill my lungs with frozen molecules of
whatever it takes to
build these palaces to winter
I remember building palaces to other things
The palace that we built in memory of
ancestors too important to forget
and too far gone to remember
The palace that we built to celebrate
our victory over enemies and diseases
and ideas that had become both
The palace we built just because we were strong
and had to do something constructive
with all that energy
And the palace we built for love
that wasn’t a palace at all
but was a safe place and warm for us to rest together
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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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