Crossing the Chasm

The eggs of quails, like Bedouin’s creamy cold peals
Roll the turning tongue’s treasure of twirled Burgundy
Feeding the absent senses of a kindled light perpetual
In a Southern night of toothless soothsayer’s prophesies
Of an open fingered outstretched withered hand
That will sooth life’s bended brow of a troubled ending
Crossing the chasm of spilt wine and fumbled pearls



Harry Mills
Apt A10 English Bakery Boracay Philippines
28h September 2012
From : The Departure Lounge

Sad, Barking Mad

‘They breed like fuckin’ dogs !’


The dogcatcher’s bamboo pole and wire noose snatches
The back leg of a whelping pregnant bitch
Whose dangling teats dance for freedom from the van
Destined for the short howling trip to the municipal tip
To join the other canine delinquents who feed on each other
Before starving in the faeces infested cage
On their last journey to the incinerator and bone crusher


‘Not many this week’


Grumpily observed the entrepreneur who sacks the grey remains
For the keen gardener who purchases the colourful five kilo bag :


WOOF –WOOF !
Bonemeal Fertiliser
It’s the dog’s bollocks !




Harry Mills
Boracay Philippines : 9 September 2012-09-09
On reading that the council have no budget to put-down or feed the captured stray dogs

The Orinoco

The Orinoco


Some mind pictures
Engraved, as cave dwellers ochre memories
Cold, oblivious to time or death
Unable to erase her light-filled bursting gaze


As she unfolds a new secret in the old woods
Scraping clean her wellingtons, encrusted with the morning mud
From releasing the little reservoir of spring water
Damned from its meandering to the lake, by dead Autumn debris


Pointing to the escaped leaves, swirling around the Canada geese
Gobbling up their caviar breakfast of jellied frogspawn
With an almost childlike beaming face, she declares
‘The Orinoco flows again !’





Harry Mills
Boracay Philippines 29th August 2012
In memory of Jo and Embercombe, Devon
From : The Departure Lounge

The Long White Wall

The Long White Wall


Another early morning gift, from above
The steady sun climbs up the cold long white wall, assured in its ascent


Dancing its shadows between the grateful sparrow’s spindle legs
That bob between their breakfast of boiled rice
Thrown onto the asbestos roof, hunched in clutches like kids snowballs



Quiet as sleep, except for a distant barking dog reaffirming its territory
This is the time I wait for the kettle to boil
Submerging the drowning tea bag that surfaces for air, its sepia stain
As pale as Irish bog tainted rain, swirls clockwise


The bald-headed sun now sits on top of the long white warming wall
Defiant, smiling down as a peeping ‘Kilroy wuz here ‘ linear cartoon





Harry Mills
Boracay Philippines : 26th August 2012
From : Departure Lounge

Another Day

Another Day


Today, a heart will stop beating
Cheating the joke that stopped the time
Another, surrendered to a God unseen
Green fields, snow on wall, frost in fall
Now, another’s life dream mystery begins


The black hearse purrs a last lament
The cradle sways into a new bright day




Harry Mills
Boracay Philippines 22nd August 2012
From : Departure Lounge

Extreme Unction

Extreme Unction


Watching the rain
Again? I’ve seen it before, watched the pouring gutter
Muttering to myself
Was it an Easter? Trying hard to remember her name
Before the afternoon pain
Down Daisy Nook, clawing squeaking grass, I took her


My first Original Sin
Not now very original, not that it now matters, scattered
Across the earth’s crust
Another ‘must’ to confess to priestly red ears of fearing
Excomunication
Without any explanation or re-direction from habitual lust




Harry Mills
Boracay Philippines 20th August 2012
From : Departure Lounge

The Fridge

The Fridge


The cold cream and chrome
Fat boy, wedged in the kitchen corner
Like an outer belly groaning with edible crap
An open mouthed one-eyed beast for the feast
Of the inner belly, processing the absurd
Into shit-house blocking turds





Harry Mills
Boracay Philippines 22nd August 2012
From : Departure Lounge