Stuart Miller-Osborne

I often consider the insects On nights such of this It is a vacant occupation

As we left the beach I noticed that a gauze effect Has invaded my subtle lens I limited myself Capturing you only twice On that dusty afternoon

they thought of prose as walking and poetry as dancing do you prefer to dance or to walk towards the sea

When Patty Logan lost at cards She was given two options To run around the campsite topless Or enjoy a meal in a nice restaurant By the sea by the sea blue sea with me She chose neither and purchased a ticket So that she might travel on a heritage railway

sitting in a golden field thinking of taking a bath whilst eating a golden apple

Playing Hide and Seek With Sun Birds In my Dreams

I frequently sit opposite A woman made completely of glass As I travel on the train each day None of my fellow passengers Seem to notice this fact Even when she reflects The low morning sun As we cross the levels

I love these endless summers Especially in Paris As all who can travel south Travel south with an unseen haste This is a pretty ordinary street That might gave been visited By either Satre or Camus I wonder what they would think Of the endless couples passing Either arguing or falling in love Are you […]

On his first holiday with Jane Saul discovered that she had A sea bass tattooed on her arse When he her asked her why She noted that the tattooist Did not work with oak trees

it was said of him that he drifted off of the highway and was unable to find his way back home desert tracks and dusty paths empty towns and forgotten rooms which fade in an instant without recall this was one of my dads more lucid poems which was found in a notebook after his […]