Words & Music

by Mike Power

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  • And Just Like That The Summer Ends

    And just like that the summer ends With the whistle of a rocket and the hiss that escapes from a canfull of bubbles With a muffled sound that is either a cough or the long sigh that follows surrender And just like that the summer ends The calendar turns to October The clock will turn Read more

  • Beverly Was Off Her Meds Last Night

    I Beverly was off her meds last night while we perused the parade of paradoxes. Now she can see it all, shiny and clear, the teeth dripping blood and the hidden escape route down the long valley and into the trees. II Beverly was off her meds last night and she wanted the whole world Read more

  • Listening to Janis on my way home

    I They tore down the mountains and crushed them into pathways where souls wander and flash and shine their eyes at me on my way home. The pieces of plastic inside my skull bring me the sound of the bluest voice in the world. Yours. A voice that cuts through sirens and breaks more than Read more

  • I Should Have

    I I should have walked over the water to the island where first contact was made with the alien people. I should have put plastic into my skull and listened to copper and larynx and air. Instead I found answers that had been all used up, incapable now of any meaning. The answers I found Read more

  • Stuyvesant Square

    I We walked around Stuyvesant Square in the shadows of the Seventeenth Century to a room with a wound that we watched become worse, consuming its host, bloody, raw, and hopeless. We asked a man we met there about instruments for burning things that grow and die and live again inside of us. We looked Read more

  • In The Morning

    “In the morning when you rise unwillingly, let this thought be present – I am rising to the work of a human being. Why wouldn’t I be satisfied to do the things I exist for and for which I was brought into the world?  Or was I made for this, to lie in bed and Read more