No Strength Left Poem by Matt Pocock

No Strength Left



The electricity in the lamp light is too much for me
I don't pretend to preach any kind of philosophy
The jesus jackanories can only sit and speak
As an angel on the double carriageway falls asleep
The stripes on my bedroom wall have blurred my mind
But these silly little dreams are building bridges up inside
The cars on the main road outside can't make me hide
I don't have any strength left other than to sit and spy

The hollywood echoes sound in next door's house
Today, maybe a man, Tomorrow, maybe a mouse
I've got visions of Johanna on a train heading south
And Ophelia and Juliet are training how to shout
This morning I married a lesbian, I learnt how to deny it
And this evening I will divorce her, see how she likes it
Doomsday in the clouds, no, false alarm, it's just a death pit
I don't have any strength left other than to sit and spy it

My nails are getting too long, they dig into my hands
Rio no longer wants to go dancing in the sand
The iron grips of DJ tricks are crawling onto land
While invisible forces make it all seem so bland
Outside my curtains, the wind is going dry
Romeo's standing there, and he's got the wrong guy
The clouds move, but the hand of God has gone awry
I don't have any strength left other than to sit and spy

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Matt Pocock

Matt Pocock

Wiltshire, England
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