Stuart Miller-Osborne

A devotchka was leaning over the baboochka She was very interessovatted in this lighter I know not why but I was interested in her neezhnies What a plott she had and her sharries were sladky I wanted to spat with her all grazzy So I lit a cancer pretending to care But then bog spoke…

There is still a lampost in place on Beach Road It is not the original lampost of the old photograph That is long gone which is rather sad The nearby houses have changed little Even though many years have passed Air and light and light air and light

Valentin recently sent me a letter describing a shelf cloud That he had witnessed when cycling back from the village church Valentin suspected that a storm was near but there was no obvious signature So he rang his sister Valentine from the red phone box on the green And asked her to bring his Box…

I often do handstands on railway stations When the staff are not looking or busy elsewhere It is a hazardous activity as one can easily lose balance And fall onto the tracks which would not do If a train is coming at speed towards your exhibition

Marooned on the small dunes Far from the incoming tide You are so perfect so beautiful I am going to pick you up And display you with pride In my bright city apartment It is the least that I can do for you

A tree shed of its warmth Dominates the green window Throughout the long summer months Its heavy branches obscure everything Apart from the gleaming fields of gold

All people create their own gods Maybe for a comfort or a security Maybe because they are vain They struggle with these gods Quite why is a mystery to me As all they are really seeking is a blessing Which is already within their hearts

One Way Street Lido Sea View Concrete Wall Childhood Memories Decay and Hope My Mother Lives Here

A sleek train passes in the distance Oblivious of the game in progress Seagulls hover over the afternoon trees Searching for the suggestion of food The January sun still hangs brightly Threatened only by the evening clouds The players have been reduced to shadows This is the reality of an English Heaven

The Sea View Garage High on the hill Did not close its doors As it now sells used cars The unusual blue security lights Can be seen by passing ships Faraway at sea And by the silent houses In the valley below