Stuart Miller-Osborne

What is this Mark The mark on this wall It is more of a smudge Than a mark Mark Yes What is it A smudge Is it important to you Very Why It was made by my mother She was kissing Paris goodbye Before she was deported That is very sad Mark It is I…

I opened the door I kicked my shoes off I walked across The wooden floor Towards the open window And jumped I have repeated This journey On many occasions

On the last day of our holiday We had a Rose Meringue For breakfast with black coffee The mix of a lunatic I thought But they complemented each other

The skies turn a blush pink On the days of the rose winds My friends and I are mere shadows Which adds to the innocent drama

Lucas Life Blind Since Birth A Celebration of American Cinema These are the only books Left on my bookshelf The rest have been borrowed Or stolen by my flatmates

I am obsessed with light The structure of light The science of light The music of light That is why I often drive Deep into the desert Where I can be alone With my thoughts There are no streetlights So when night falls It is totally dark Save for the moon And the stars I…

I am naked under the duvet My sister has entered my room With her friends It is my birthday Happy Birthday Essie May I am mortified As Robert is there I had a thing with Robert I fell in love with Robert But he liked men More than girls They are singing to me Happy…

Wheels On Fire Gun For Hire In The Mire Touch The Wire

On an autumn avenue I asked you to trust me As I felt what I was doing Was the right thing to do I handed your father A blank passion card With our names on it We then left the country And have never returned

We are trapped in the church tower Surrounded and under heavy fire In time we will all die But we will not surrender As no surrender will be accepted Smith has just been shot I watched as he fell From the tower He now lies dead Near the mossy wall I almost envy him As…