Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am recovering from an eye operation and am resting in a darkened room Although improving my sight will take a while to return My daughter recently travelled to Suffolk and purchased a grey tee shirt for me Which I have chosen to wear in this terrible place The garment I am told has an […]

Your arse is hairy  Said Mary Mary  But mine is rather smooth    I had written this on the wall of a gender neutral toilet I had also written Veritas on the enamel pan And Aequitas on the light blue door   From my hiding place I saw a  tall man enter the next cubicle […]

You have placed your head in my lap Which is pleasant as you are topless Jane It is an amusing situation as we are outside a beach shop Where we purchased some artworks for out home in the hills But Pierre ran out of change and has driven to the bank And has left us […]

I am in a dilemma as I am sheltering in a telephone box Which is half way up a miserable hill Without a pad or a pen or anything else The telephone box is filling with water And I have had to remove my shoes I have come to the conclusion That I will have […]

The advertising campaign attracted them initially It was subtle and loud at the same time A thin strip of pink red plastic placed on a busy table That was the beauty of the advertisement The Buddhas took in the usual sights And travelled on an open top bus between the squally showers We dined in […]

A fragment of the sea rainbow Was masking the Goodwin Sands   I am on Deal Beach With my mature camera   Recording the violence Of the autumn waves   I am happy here        

I only saw you briefly Buffeted by the harsh winds You were still full of colour Deep red orange red and black But I knew this to be a disguise As you had no reason to exist Under these grey immoral skies  

Primed Cannon I do wish that you would not play These silly games I am wet and ready And in the mood for love   Morning Wood I always walk with you in our morning wood But I was unable to do so today As we had the decorators in   Pitching a Tent He […]

Things had remained unchanged for hundreds of years But in the space of a few short months You changed everything   What do you keep in that hot stone bucket Rooks eggs Is that to encourage them to grow Into strong and respectable birds   Submarines would patrol our coast With their cannons primed They […]

I had spent the afternoon watching the 1972 Russian film Solaris When it was over I walked into Deal just as the syn was setting It was as if reality was copying art or the reverse I saw Viola in the flat blue skys but she djd not see me