Stuart Miller-Osborne

You told me an immense lie Petra There is no view of the bridge From your apartment You are right Felix London Paris Rome Berlin I have apartments In each of these cities But only one has a view Of a nineteenth century bridge

I spent such a lovely summer with Maude But now it is drawing to a close As she is returning to France Little by little the summer is fading The colours once so vibrant Are now looking frail and old I love autumn but I also hate it As it is the gateway to winter…

Joe I hear that you know Dungeness rather well My cousin Scott lives there Scott is an artist I would not live there Why Because of the power stations Power stations They are nuclear All that radioactivity It is not good for you The power stations are perfectly safe They are safer than safe If…

The artist David Sun is dead My brother knew him well And photographed him On his last bed I have a few of his colourful paintings Including the one of Cobb Junction Station In the weeks before he died David cut his arm in an accident The scab can be clearly seen In his final…

Joe Forgive the clickbate title I have woken up this morning And wondered why we do things That we know will harm us A girl I know named Ham Is sitting on a lonely railway track Waiting for a nuclear train They occasionally pass What will she achieve Nothing She will die and the train…

I was smashed totally fucking smashed I longed for sleep but qualified only for nausea During a break between stations I did sleep When I awoke a nurse was holding my hand You are very ill my friend please return with me As I live in Le Havre not far from the station I do…

Yesterday I was on a warm colourful beach Today I was watching rainwater Dripping from our garden table Next week promises to be warm again I will return to the beach with Jane This will be one of our final visits As the summer is now fading And the days are drawing in I will…

In years unpolluted by malignant thought Beautiful buildings were created for us all Cinema’s are a good example When each pleasure place was better than the last And then the small people took over Cinema’s were repurposed or destroyed altogether In my hometown of Uxbridge We had a lavish Odeon cinema Built between the wars…

The Atlas of Urban Terrorism is a trendy cafe near Kings X It is not one these here today gone tomorrow left wing pig palaces Which support wars that nobody cares about with guys in garters serving shit This little cafe in Davos Street does not particularly celebrate or condone The actions of Urban Terrorists…

Yesterday Jane purchased a china doll for me As my broken ankle had not set as well as I had hoped This French doll came with a magazine Explaining her heritage in great detail She is from Northern France and is beautifully dressed I am in love with her already My dolls name is Babette…