Stuart Miller-Osborne

There is a strawberry moon Hanging low over the town It is partially hidden by its journey A breeze has risen from the sea Freshening the young night Its air is caressing my dreams Walmer 11/06/25

There is an exaggerated sun On the cover of my Christopher Marlowe

We were sitting on a lazy bench On a featureless promenade Sharing iced coffee Although the day was quite warm The beach was almost empty It was then that I became Aware of a seal swimming In the middle distance Attracted no doubt By the lack of drama onshore

Disabled people fuck me off They just get in the way And expect to be treated Differently from others I was in York recently And was introduced To a girl named Marie Who was very very beautiful Marie had been confined To a motorised wheelchair After a climbing accident But did not blame others

I am sharing a coffee with a famous philosopher He tells me that there is a politician Who supports the bad guys I assassinate the said politician Am I guilty of any crime He is awaiting my answer I stay silent and order another coffee

Comedian Sitting in a Wheelchair He stares at the audience For a minute or so And then tells them That he used to be A Stand Up Comedian

I am enjoying a coffee Whist looking at a cinema The day has become Increasingly humid There is a chance of storms

I am enjoying a coffee On a day that is becoming i ncreasingly confused About its own identity

I am enjoying a coffee On a day that is confused About its own identity

I often think of city locations When walking through the countryside To date this is unexplained