Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am sitting with my sister  On a railway station  My brother is a train driver  He has visited my mother  As she has been unwell  We are quietly awaiting  The latest news from home 

Joe  You seem to have a great number of friends  They are on my payroll Julie  One of them was in trouble recently  Really which one  Martha What was her crime  She sent a photo of the CEO who was assassinated recently  To her local councillor  It was planning to close a WW2 footbridge over a…

Have you always been a mad girl Josie  Ewe should know Sephine  Come again  Cora are you finished in the bathroom  Five minutes I am still in afterglow street  Do stop at the lights and look out for cyclists  You have not answered my question  What question  Have you always been a mad girl  No I…

I am a hunter of the hyenas  Who live in the filthy sewers  Of my home city Some say I am a  Big Game Hunter But I am nothing of the sort  As I am committed to  Exterminating the imported vermin  That cause so much sorrow  To my friends and neighbours  I kill nothing else 

I had chosen a wet misty night  To film the brutal stfreight trains  As they passed through my local station  The actual filming took me just over an hour  As I was getting ready to leave  A woman slipped on a nearby ramp  I helped her to her feet as she was a little dazed She…

Why do you sit alone my friend Because that is the way you made me  I wanted to be gregarious and social  But you left me in this darkened room  With limited views over the city 

Yes I am lying in the ground  But my lips are moving  Who said that Joe  The poet Osip Mandelstam  He was one of the first Russian poets I read after Pushkin  Like many other writers he incurred the wrath of Stalin  It did not help that he wrote  His cockroach moustache laughs  Perching on his…

You are sometimes known  As the Oak Moon or the Cold Moon  This is your final visit before you  Fade into deep winter

The colour grey is a neutral colour that falls between black and white                                                                                     …

The river is high  It has risen Since the storms The city is busy  But seems quiet  Under the flat skies Colours although bright  Are rather dull  I move without passion