Hey Bukowski in a hut
Curry O sos
Bluebird in the heart
Billyboiling nightlife
Gum tip scenting imaginations
Shadows on dilapidated farmyard fences
Dogbone growling wind
Lightflashing reminders of
Conformity with angels surrounding
Blowing fingertip breath
Morning sneaking
Without permission
To intrude and pester possums
awakening from their reverie
Slinking and obeying
The machine of their genes
To find hollow places and safety
The first brave bird
Dares to speak of the sunrise
Hesitating at first not wishing
To awaken the slumber pilot
Plotting his course
To the shores of the day
Somewhere way below
The serfs are wrestling with
The giant wheel of today
To make it spin and once again
All is well for the uninitiated and the blind
Who will like automatons
Find pleasure in stretching and rattling
The chains of conformity



Neville Rodman


Neville Rodman

The serfs are wrestling with
The giant wheel of today
To make it spin and once again