Stuart Miller-Osborne

Decay has set in although it is not yet terminal The station sees more trains these days Which is a small improvement But the neglect of the past still hangs heavily in the air I am in the utilitarian waiting shelter And can sense the railwaymen of the past Remembering the people from this once…

An angel sat on my bed and watched me dream Later as I held her in my arms We discussed the death of God She was sad and in her vacancy Asked me for help The following day after breaking our fast We began working together in my workshop

Ghosts are such gentle creatures I look forward to my stay with you                 Majesty

You write to me about Hibiscus flowers I know that you are lying As we are apart Prepare for my visit

Madame Sandra When I visited the apartment of Madame Sandra I found her wearing a red Japanese gown This elaborate gown was decorated with many flowers Which fell as she moved from room to room The Fruits of the Maghreb The tulip girl feeds the dazed honey bees As her horses search for the silver…

American Pascal I called my car American Pascal She was a 1958 Cadillac Eldorado I used to park her near the palms trees That fronted the beach Whilst I wrote the Great American Novel But whilst fame always avoided me As my English was poor I never grew tired of American Pascal With her white…

You know I find these vending machines so tiresome They are meant to be tiresome What time is the next train? In about ten minutes It is the last Dover train of the day I am going home at last Are you excited? Very I am going to meet my distant descendants I think I…

When I was thirteen years old I received a plastic table football set as a Christmas present This gift took my imagination and I soon arranged a match between Chelsea and Real Madrid I designed a programme and purchased a trophy for the big game Chelsea won the match 5-3 with Peter Osgood scoring twice…

There is a garage above the town Which I own I often sit on the forecourt Near to the Esso pumps And listen to Army of Hardcore By Scooter It tells me to Start the War Cause we are on the floor I do not understand the lyrics But like the music Which is enough for…

You are half broken A —–series—– of —–dotted—— lines —— Are you alone with your love? I have my doubts