Stuart Miller-Osborne

I had arranged to my meet Ruthie At Castione Arbedo So that we might travel On the penultimate train of the day But I was late and she had to travel alone When I explained why I had been delayed She wrote a stiff letter to Bettina Betti in blue ink

I play for a semi professional Football team based In the south of the country The name of my football team is The Green Ones Which roughly translated means The Green Ones Our annual team photograph Is always taken before the season starts It was later noted that I was chatting To our new midfielder…

My local railway station Is very scruffy The paint is peeling And exposes a heavy rust But we all ignore this And read our newspapers Whilst waiting for the morning train The smart station master Tells us all that Bobla Ress Was built with scruffiness in mind Which is not really understood By the scores…

There is a tomb in the middle of the city That at certain times of the day Captures an amethyst glow This is the hidden tomb Of the poet Marias

I knew that you Would attract No distant regrets As your lovely stone Was safe in my keeping

Whilst you were travelling I kept your smooth stone In a bright glass jar

I was sitting quite naked on my bed When Raphael entered my bedroom He was carrying a bunch of flowers Freshly picked from his ghost garden Erotic Poems of Autumn (2026)

Your poems contain many notable instances of casual racism and dated prejudices What are your thoughts Joe About twenty-four hours ago hundreds of people died In an awful landslide caused by a tectonic shift It is like worrying about a single bubble in a vast ocean

I would not say that I hated him To be truthful I did not care at all Yet I still killed him with an axe As he slapped my little sister On their first and only date

Bertie Babican hired me to ghost His latest autobiography In the the twilight hours Before I pushed him under An Amtrak Express