Stuart Miller-Osborne

Ten years ago Exactly to the day I walked along This very beach In search of a mirage

Do you want to see my bum Aubrey What Do you see my bum Not really I have a beautiful bum It would make me very happy If you looked at my bum Well if it makes you happy Juliet What do you think What do you think about my bum You have a pretty…

I paint pieces of driftwood Images of war are created For the purposes of decoration My brush now sings

Before I took up arms I was an artist I designed the tall wooden posts That were sunk on the main beach Traitors were chained To their places of execution And were drowned by the tide These posts can still be seen But have of late been used For recreational purposes War is Kind

I am collecting driftwood once again There is an endless supply It has been a bountiful war

Small narrow sheltered bays Much loved during the kinder months Tidal creeks full of memories Recesses in a coast Are often considered coves The war is now over

A small wooden boat Was recently wrecked It lies rotting in the cove War is often kind

The war is over It did not last long As it lacked interest I enjoyed this war

I write I sing I breathe I sleep I create I create many characters My pen is ripe and fecund The other day one of my characters An amazingly beautiful French woman Noted that I did not offer paid holidays Which she thought might be illegal I agreed with her and booked a naturist holiday…

so easy as easy as rolling down a slope as easy as climbing a tree and perching on a low branch