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