Stuart Miller-Osborne

I watch you creep silently across the wooden floor As not to wake me from my other world You open the buttercup curtains And watch the sun slowly rise Above the gas towers and the distant hills How pretty your bottom is in the young light I can hear the blind paperboy delivering our newspaper…

I met you on the Vesuvius Railway Shortly before its wartime destruction We both wanted to travel into the core And experience its other worlds But there was a notice hidden Beneath a seat in the carriage Which read in a slow beat Love is all you have My friends Love is all you have

I can often be found Reading Whitman’s Leaves of Grass It is a hobby of mine And I frequently read his poems Whilst sitting quietly In underground stations Designed by Charles Holden  

Whilst visiting a cathedral town I met Monika once again in a bookshop We had not seen each other for many years I thought her older but still beautiful Yet I did not know what she thought of me That was until she recorded my cold likeness Against the backdrop on an orange and white…

My doctor removed my bandages in the middle of the night And told me to look out of the window and report what was visible I saw nothing and supposed that I was still blind which saddened me But after an hour or so I saw an orange glow low on the grey horizon This…

I am recovering from an eye operation and am resting in a darkened room Although improving my sight will take a while to return A kind friend has installed a music centre in this space And I often listen to the classics plus some popular music But of late I have heard screams terrible screams…

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…