Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am a High Wire Artist in a circus I plan my shows in precision That is what you will see The skill of a brilliant engineer Combined with the poetry of movement

I c my flatmates boobs At least twice a week As she is a stripper At the Rose & Crown

Ricki and I walked into the city We passed the Prime Ministers Head on a greasy pole Later we shared a coffee In the new coffee shop I had An Abortion Along with some Viennese Whirls I was so giddy With the excitement Of my beautiful day

I found the ghost of a paperback In the gutter of a country road It was very badly weathered As I had been for many years

Charles and I took the Liberty out Even though the skies were slowly darkening A large storm soon began to head towards us It was a sensible time to seek shelter Ruthie was sitting in saloon reading The Selected Prose of Lord Byron Unaware that we had turned the yacht And were making good speed […]

The Intimacy of Bedrooms Was the only poem That Chris and John ever wrote together Well that is was they told me They considered it a very poor poem That is why it was hidden in our Hastings house They now live in San Juan Capistrano John runs a chic gallery near the railroad Chris […]

Sometimes minimalist and plain Sometimes cluttered and untidy Bedrooms vary widely For a room that you hardly know Bedrooms share your dreams They share your love and despair Simply they are always there Christina & John Applegate (1980)

Johnny do you think that your sister is attractive Which sister Geeraldine You only have one sister Yes she is very attractive Do you ever think about fucking her Not really it would be like fucking my mother She has a great body I know but that is all Do you think that I am […]

I had always been a sensitive person Too fucking sensitive I was also very weak And began to take soft and hard drugs I despaired at the state of things Of inferior races sharing equality And the perverted lives of many men I often read the Bible but I was diseased With the gutter awaiting […]

I arrived on the eighth floor In a descending elevator The automatic doors opened And I was faced by a giant man Who must have been At least six foot nine I told him that I did not want To travel with him and that He should take the stairs