Stuart Miller-Osborne

In the room where my sisters come and go I am sleeping with Michelangelo They ignore my fine body on their bed As this exists within my head

You will only exist for a short time As the bleak tides come and go But during your brief life You will give pleasure To your many visitors Who will paddle quietly In your warm waters And admire the sinister black crabs In their hidden homes        

You lay half hidden in the fine sand I will not disturb you As I am only interested in your mystery

An elderly lady collapsed whilst painting a lamp post And was taken to hospital suffering from heat exhaustion I offered to finish painting the lamp post chocolate brown And was given a large leather glove not suited to the task On a paddle steamer off of the coast of Vietnam An American journalist heard about […]

Cutie Pie Said I am high With a sigh As she removed Her tie

Of late Henry has found himself feeling uncomfortable on his journey to work At first he thought it was a problem that he had acquired A feeling of being smelly and grimy and smelling of shit But it was not him but the many advertisements on the trains On the Central Line he counted eight […]

As August fades the summer seems to be drawing to a close But September is a joker who plays with our emotions Sometimes she is dull and pretends to be grey and cool And then she removes her shirt and joins you on a sunny beach Her humour is not always appreciated by the other […]

I often walk with myself but we take different routes I do not have a favourite colour as I am deaf I prefer the sun to the moon I often weep but have no understanding of the emotion I own six green velvet jackets I have a cat but I do not feed it I […]

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The Flying Moors were a Swiss circus family Who travelled throughout Europe in the years between the wars They were famous for their daring trapeze and high wire acts There is a memorial to the family in a village not far from Bern I am the last survivor of this famous family And have written […]