Stuart Miller-Osborne

Joe You have been charged for writing The Country of my Birth Has Honoured me with a Knighthood On the bare bottom of your sister (Josephine) As you know writing on one’s sister Is strictly against the law To do so on your girlfriend (Sephine) Is totally and has always been legal

I have been very successful But at present I am hiding In the violet woods The cops are closing in They are armed And very stupid I have disguised Myself as a tree This might just work If not I will call myself Zelda of the Violets

I cannot say that I like the view View What view The view from your apartment You overlook a graveyard It is all a bit creepy Then why are you standing there Without any clothes on Enya That is simple It not very simple for me Because I cannot be seen Think about it Greg

Circle Theorems = Sword of Reality This is a game that I am designing Before I am killed By a snipers warm bullet Treat this as a diary note And not a war poem Please do not aid my confusion

It was a rare morning With the pale blue sky Littered with thin white clouds I was happy again And so was my sleeping friend Her name was Zelda We had met in a forest clearing Just before the night smothered All of the hillside paths

I love French beaches And the quiet evening lanes Of late summer days

On the day that I was knighted I was arrested for writing this poem On the bare bottom of a woman Who identified as Sixteen Cat

Stepped briskly into his large back garden He was looking for the pink moon Above the rich orchards of Penlice But it was hidden by heavy clouds It was while he was standing by the pool That he heard the roar of the night winds A storm was coming it was not far away

I collect mosses from dry stone walls So that I may line your pillows And bring you the gift of sleep

When travelling on the local bus I imagined A female athlete running beside the vehicle Wearing a blue and green track suit She is now an important member Of my happy clappy church