Stuart Miller-Osborne

On the outskirts of Hungerford in West Berkshire there are two pill boxes which unusually are to be found side by side They are adjacent to the railway line that runs between London and the West Country and both overlook the Kennet and Avon Canal Today they are crumbling a little but are an integral […]

You are now a private residence your rails withdrawn Trains no longer wait at your platforms But it was not always like this For once you were a gentle village station Situated on quiet branch line now closed Before you faded into the memories of many     Rushbury railway station in Shropshire was opened […]

It is quite fitting that John lives On the station that he helped to save But I cannot visit him at present Due to the tight restrictions in place   Quite why is a complete mystery to me As even the simplest soul must realise That statues of gentle poets Are obviously immune to disease […]

Many years ago I took my wife To see a movie called Vanishing Point She particularly liked the desert scenes And purchased a motorbike next day Since then she has ridden her bike each day So that she could feel fully free And at one with herself and the road Which is a little unfortunate […]

When travelling on trains in France I often think of the sheep in the fields And of my mother country now so far away I think of purple apricot trees Heavy in the heat of a Provencal summer I think of my wife’s wet cunt Hidden under her striped shorts Perhaps I will photograph her […]

I was the astronaut the world forgot about Mission Control lost contact with me As I travelled in the shadows on the dark side of the moon They assumed that I had crashed and although a rescue craft was sent It ran out of fuel and had to return to Earth So that was that […]

Exactly fifty years ago I lay in my bed Watching the moon landing on television   Exactly ten years ago I lay in a field in Cornwall Watching the moon in all its moods   At present I am listening to music on my headphones But I am thinking about the moon

Whilst I was waiting at Avignon TGV I heard Erik Satie’s Gymnopedies being played on a piano The pianist who was missing some of the more difficult notes was waiting for a train with her cousin An American woman asked about the pianist and was told that her name was Texas Poem and that she […]

An Angel Visited Me Today An angel visited me today But I was not at home I was climbing an impossible mountain When the angel became aware of this fact She left me a message of joy Noting that I would come to no harm   Angel in a Mirror do you believe in angels […]

I have never touched the claws of a rapacious bird Or travelled from Edinburgh to Berwick on Tweed I have never read a Spanish newspaper Or worked with a chap called Steed That is the reason that I sleep naked I own some pairs of pyjamas And a few rather lost bed socks But I […]