Stuart Miller-Osborne

I expect nothing I receive nothing I am nothing

One never really owns the present You merely look after it For the next generation And shield it from its recent histories

I deny everything And nothing

My sister and I are taking a holiday together I can hear her in our bedroom Chatting with her parents My sister purchased a book of poetry As a birthday gift for me It is called Howl and was written by Pedro Lodge Who later assassinated the President

My senses are fully alive Yet I feel that they are deserting me These are disturbing times

Do not be fooled By this attractive tree As its leaves taste bitter

it seems that time Stands still in certain places This is the biggest lie

On a damp afternoon After a long journey My family and I alighted From a coastal bus And were overwhelmed By the beauty of a beach That we had once known intimately

Simply Stephen Light Blue and White

The lonely bird Flies across the ocean Its mysterious name Is perpetual motion