Stuart Miller-Osborne

Loosen your jeans Sarah K I have plans To explore your universe Anias A pavement poetry

Books dating back hundreds of years Porcelain dolls quiet and serene Toys of Happiness Add to the atmosphere Of my private space Which I share with those Who pass my door pavement poetry

I have taken many photographs Of you Kodak Girl They sell very well And can often be found In the homes of the wealthy pavement poetry

I found you swimming In the motel pool The day was white hot Nothing moved The desert shimmered In the heat of the afternoon You watched me as I worked My name is Larry And I maintain swimming pools

Blue Haze Fringed White Warm Sun Winter Landscape Softening Slowly

Although I am now an unsuccessful poet A few years ago I found myself on the streets It was not a pleasant experience As although many kind people Gave me small amounts of money I was never gifted Carrot Cake pavement poetry

Summer is some weeks away But I have just worked out That the sun will not set Before seven thirty Until October What a subtle gift this is

As I watched you undress Maggie May I found a small coin in the shallows It was then that I realised That you had travelled to Croatia With your husband And I had been nothing more Than another of your bankrupt lovers

I have missed the last train A mean concrete ending To my dreadful day I will probably hang out In an all night cafe Until the trains wake me up There are others like me Lost in their own lives Exploring the nothingness Of their existence Fellow hawks of the night I have been told […]

Three friends hiking Lost in the splendour Of my beautiful mountains They will never forget These magnificent views And will return many times Beatrice Humble (1934)