Stuart Miller-Osborne

I found myself lost in the lavender of my dreams The road that should have led downhill was level And because of this my day was fast becoming fictional   I asked the soft red poppies for directions But they were fading and were more interested In their own graphic mortality   It was raining…

I watched your friend jump from a rock into the pool below He or she was holding a camera on a pole And was filming their jump What violence must have occurred on impact Please send me a record of the plunge As I have never ventured underwater Although I born with fins My parents…

I am safely tucked up in bed Nothing can harm me I can attend coronations Or fight in bloody wars Today I was alone in a glider High above my home town I only had a rudimentary Knowledge of the controls But that added to the excitement And made landing much more fun As I…

I am not real You are real

It was humid that day with the hot air coming all the way from Southern Spain I was sitting on a bench in the High Street reading my newspaper When I noticed that Jesus Christ was standing behind me Handing out copies of The Life of Marcello Mastroianni   Many people were ignorant of the actor…

I am sitting in the vestibule of a long distance train having travelled far My luggage is opposite me and is fading as the miles pass me by Very soon I will be as naked as the vapour trails in the deep blue sky   Rescue me Octavia

I am on a high speed train which is travelling through the French countryside The train is heading north away from the hot sun of the south   Hay bales have been abandoned in the many fields Their numbers are infinite but they will be collected soon   Soon night will obscure my views and…

It all starts with a violet ice cream Served in a small tub With a yellow plastic spoon   The market begins so suddenly that it almost takes you by surprise It is next to a busy road Which is not the place to be on a hot day But you want to be there…

Passion is important But coffee is more important       Provencal Saying 

We are both naked My wife is stretched out on her bed She is not covered The night is celebrating her nudity   The noise of the weak fan fills the quiet room There is no natural air I am thinking about the fires of hell as I sit here on the cool stone floor…