Stuart Miller-Osborne

I tend to follow myself Around the world From the comfort of my desk It has been this way Since my accident

I am travelling on a train In an hour I will leave the train And will no longer be travelling by train

And those who were seen dancing Were thought to be insane By those who could not hear the music I read this whilst sitting perfectly still On a railway platform in Southern Italy And those who were seen dancing Were thought to be insane By those who could not hear the music I read this…

I was on an Italian train Speeding though the summer It was agreeably busy With ordinary people Reading ordinary books I was not reading As my attention was devoted To the beauty of the limpid hours

Joe we all thought you and Sephine Had been kidnapped No we were in Denmark Why Denmark Because apart from being a lovely country I wanted to introduce Sephine To the paintings of Paul Gustav Fischer Especially his nudes Why his nudes Because of their beauty I cannot say that I have heard of him…

Lives in my apartment She was never invited I found her there one day When I returned From my travels I have asked her to leave But she refuses this request And looks tearfully at me With sadness in her wild raven eyes

I spend many hours Watching my lava lamp mature From modest roots It becomes a universe Full of spinning objects It dilutes my fear of ghosts

I have decided to paint my next novel As I am growing bored Of the everlasting procession of words

Was sitting on the old stone steps High above the sea in Portofina The von Derp family were enjoying a picnic Apples cheese and fresh bread rolls Attractive confectioneries subtly wrapped But Clotilda chose only chilled lime water As she was deeply in love with her German cousin

the roses have a less than ideal so do the daises red blue and while in a few years this garden will be a wasteland nothing will grow only the household plants will survive the primroses will not suffer neither will the smooth violets or the liquid buttercups