Stuart Miller-Osborne

A dream flew out of the skylight And partied with the stars Blue blue blue dreams blue

Although I am quite alone on my boat I feel that there is a stowaway I have searched for this intruder without success The sea haunted is a nest of pathetic ghosts

This is a tradition at sea When crossing the imaginary equator That one should perform a ceremony And jumped unclothed into the sea Which sounds like great fu n

On days hostile even to the Lord I sit inside my sailing boat And write poetry About the endless summer days That I will spend on deck

Diary What a romantic he is He speaks through poetry I must remember Not to be a bitch As he disturbs my balance The interview was a disaster Remember that Sephine Balance Girl Balance

Be happy for this moment This moment is your life All the sweethearts Of the world Hold hands And celebrate Sephine Thursday at Nine I have booked a table Come as you are Joe x

Be happy for this moment This moment is your life All the sweethearts Of the world Hold hands And celebrate Joe

If the truth shall kill them Let then die You are being cryptic again Joe Explain who you are

The Somerset Stone Was illuminated By the late sun And the moon hung impassively In the cool autumn sky PSJ (16/09/24)

As an Englishman I was not used To seeing these giant trains Passing through the station at great speed They were almost twenty feet high Containers doubled erratic trucks All my senses were stimulated