Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am standing alone in a field A jet plane is passing Just above me It is coming in to land Am I obstructing its flight path pavement poetry

I hate heights Fact I am terrified I go into shock I cannot move Really how awful So hang gliding is out of the window then I am afraid so Jack Italian No my father is Maltese I thought that was fake tan No it is real My father is English In fact all my […]

Orange The Future is Orange The monitor above my head Is playing the same advertisement Continues It was then that I spotted An orange glow Illuminating The Brutal Window I lay on a hard wooden bench And thought of nothing Nothing but you pavement poetry

Missing you Jack I am in the Mood for Love It is now three hours Into the New Day I cannot sleep reading On the Road I am stuck In a sick room And have lost the key Are you In the Mood for Love pavement poetry

You left me yesterday Ackerman I am beginning to miss you Will you be on the platform When I return Paris 73

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