Stuart Miller-Osborne

I hear the world ended this morning it was written in the pale skies of his brush   The 28th June 2012 dawned with pale thunder skies, storms were expected. 

Poems 71 After writing seventy one poems He began his career as an artist His first commission was Margate Station Which he painted seventy one times Paintings 71    Deep Down When crossing flooded fields I dream of junctions   Joe B   As the sixteenth Of fifteen brothers I paid for his education So that…

I saw them then Those lost children Absorbed amongst the transient strangers Who made their last shrouded journeys And rest With eternal dreams of leaving   1973

Ignoring The Physics Of My Astonishment My Of Physics The Ignoring I explored your extensive lands without success

Absurd are these the piebald who sit upon their small sad stones and gaze at the decaying splendour of their astral souls   c 1976

Away from the Hotel Art on an unknown bed she rested her day I traced the red routes of her sleep in the artificial dust of her dreams

Although I am imprisoned my cat is free We spend our hours discussing God This is a fine subject There is little else to do He catches mice they bring him little profit I know that one day he will tire of my confinement and leave me When the rodent market improves

As Henry touched the low sun he wrote Black and White in English on the forearm of a Daimler Plant From their Chicory Chairs the bowmen took aim at their amazing shelter In Wet Swindon the Ghonashh lived peacefully as they had no natural predators They talked of the pleasures of new writing but were…

As I hide under this shallow bridge I am beginning to think That you do not care for me As you used to

Clowns will play cricket as crocodiles watch and a Miss Lochart will share her room with a sad elephant A brave captain will leave footprints on a burning isle as he draws its final map (and buries The Itinerario with all due respect) Canals lined with tamarind will swarm with dazed mice and the bees…