Stuart Miller-Osborne

He was the ultimate Nepo Baby And that fooled us all We all thought That his dad made bookcases And other interior furnishings

I have a friend named Ronny We went to the same school Ronny suffers from various conditions He is already partially deaf And he finds it hard to hear them He is looking forward to the silence He is also slowly losing his sight And in time will be unable to see His eyes will […]

I found nothing I did not expect To find anything As nothing exists

Ten years ago Exactly to the day I walked along This very beach In search of a mirage

Do you want to see my bum Aubrey What Do you see my bum Not really I have a beautiful bum It would make me very happy If you looked at my bum Well if it makes you happy Juliet What do you think What do you think about my bum You have a pretty […]

I paint pieces of driftwood Images of war are created For the purposes of decoration My brush now sings

Before I took up arms I was an artist I designed the tall wooden posts That were sunk on the main beach Traitors were chained To their places of execution And were drowned by the tide These posts can still be seen But have of late been used For recreational purposes War is Kind

I am collecting driftwood once again There is an endless supply It has been a bountiful war

Small narrow sheltered bays Much loved during the kinder months Tidal creeks full of memories Recesses in a coast Are often considered coves The war is now over

A small wooden boat Was recently wrecked It lies rotting in the cove War is often kind