Stuart Miller-Osborne

I love this sky  This beautiful beautiful sky  It is called a mackerel sky  Why  Guy  Why is it called  A mackerel sky Guy  Why  Because it is a wind shear  My dear  The winds differ  Above and below  It tells you that a change is imminent  Sue  Yes  Why are you wearing my shirt …

A bullet cannot choose  It can kill a tyrant or a priest  Bullets are misunderstood  They are loathed  And loved at the same time  History can be changed by a single bullet  I own a company that manufactures bullets  My bullets are sold worldwide  For all I know somebody has died  The victim of one…

I was born blind  Yet I sense things  With an unusual intensity  That I cannot really explain  I know that my wife is beautiful  Even though I will never see her  Not for a second  I will die blind  Darkness into Darkness  I have yet to come to terms with that  Each morning I touch…

Do not travel south  In the winter  As it is bad  For your depression  I was given this advice  By a close friend  As we sunbathed  On the roof  Of a derelict garage  Rollo 2 Schopenhauer once said  That a high degree of intellect  Tends to make a man unsocial That is the reason  That I…

Like many people I met my future wife  When I was at college  It seems strange that although I was aware of her  I had not really spoken to her  She was as beautiful as I was self centred This was until I wrote a fifteen minute play  For the Drama in Dorking week  In short six…

Deckchair Thoughts Raymond  I hear that all the interesting people  Are missing  Sunny Sands Sunday Bands  And a Mermaid  Naked on the shore 

The Norse Horse  Three me  Into the sea  Lea  Bea Tee  My wife of twenty years  I am now done  A spent force  A Tired Norse Horse  fad ing  in to  ob  sc ur it  y 

Postcard  Rugosa Roses  Rising Roughly  On the Sand Dunes  Have ripped my legs  To shreds  What a funny thing  To put on your postcard Guy  It made me sigh  It made me cry  Did you lie Apple Pie  What a silly creature  You are you are  What a silly creature  You are 

I dreamt last night  That you and I slept  In a T shaped bed  With Darwin our dog  Sleeping at our feet  This was a little odd  As we do not own  A dog named Darwin  My name is Dave  And I run a pop up called  Coffee for Chameleons On the High Street  Which brings…

These platforms should not exist But they do exist Platform 0 or Platform Zero I am on such a platform People are walking by And saying Generations To me I find this very puzzling Trains are frequently passing by But none are scheduled To stop at Platform 0 Which tells me That my journey is…