Stuart Miller-Osborne

I dream about brushing The fine white sand From your exposed shoulders And discovering your tattoo

You are as beautiful As the sea But I dream Of other things

I normally sleep alone And only share a bed When my ex visits me But last night I dreamt That I was sharing my bed With a large hairy sheepdog As well as Veronika Paule

I am a High Wire Artist at a circus I plan my shows with extreme 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)