Ramblings of a Very . . . Man

By Graham Matheson

Ramblings of a Very Man is a book of poetry about love, love lost, work, the loss of work, disenchantment, and being at odds with the times. It also explores affirmations and encouragement.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jul 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543401929

Graham Matheson

Graham Matheson is a retired plumber. With time on his hands, he picked up the bass and went to music school to learn said instrument. He started writing lyrics and discovered a liking for writing verse. This became an obsession, and the end result is his book of poems.

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Graveyard

Forget the boulevard;

I’m in the graveyard of broken dreams.

Somebody forgot to chuck

In the dirt—not that I’m an expert …

Floundering

Where am I going?

Where’s my direction?

Before I pull an insurrection,

What am I doing?

Waste too much time blewing?

I know it’s me that I’m screwing.

What’s the word?

Even though I’m talking to a furry turd,

Time keeps ticking out.

I watch the clock,

Listening to its incessant tick tock.

Days just get faster.

I’ve let its passage become my master.

Ruled by time, I thought

It was an invention—

Letting fear grip me

Wasn’t my intention.

Gobsmacked

I’m completely lost

From here; salutations to my peers.

There was a time when I was equal;

Guess I’ll have to wait for the sequel.

Time was I had all the cards,

Shattered now into shards,

Splinter groups are now at odds;

We’ll have to leave it in the lap

Of the gods.

Day in the Life

Isn’t life great? I said

To my china plate.

He wasn’t listening, no.

Was watching Jules up late.

So I hit the toe down

The atomic sub

To have a couple of terry dears.

Met Jimmy the smooth in the bar.

Boy he was shickered immaculate,

Talking gibberish about all things ejaculate.

Five Red Hots later …

We were on the same truck—

Tone it down, said the barman with a fuck.

"Anymore out to you,

You’ll be in more shit than a Werribee duck.

So we grabbed some Diver Dans

And headed down the Lewis and Clark,

Sitting on a David Dench

Under the current bun.

We started singing about Joe and his gun;

Needing a snake’s hiss, I went behind a tree.

Five-o turned up and cut short my wee.

One copper said, "You better come with us—

Come along easy and don’t cause a fuss.

They locked us up and took our piss

As well as all our Gene Tunny.

A day in the life without a wife …

I suppose you think that’s funny?

Not I

Not I, said he.

But why? said she.

He said me, but I say thee.

You said me, but he said nee.

But why? said thee.

Well you, this thee,

We cannot see

The logic of what, said he.

So therefore, thee,

We cannot see—

See why we should punish he?

Not I, said he.

Shitkicker’s Lament

I’m in