Stuart Miller-Osborne

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

Petra My crime if you can call it a crime Was feeling everything too deeply My punishment was surviving Vincent You were talking in your sleep again Was I who was I talking to You did not make that clear

We both came from families Of six sisters and two dogs I had known Margaret Jones forever But we never slept together Even though we shared holidays And sometimes bathed after long walks It just did not seem the right thing to do Margaret worked in a Swansea museum Whilst I was unemployed self employed […]

I am sitting invisibly At a main line station My train is sitting on platform four Five hours ago another train Hit a car killing both occupants Just over thirty miles down the line The train was partially derailed And the track suffered damage I could have made it home tonight But the inclination was […]

Earlier today the home help Had a miscarriage in the bathroom Whilst Ronald played golf on the lawn I dived into a pool full of weeds As I dearly wanted to drown Later I asked Tomas if the baby was his Which he denied without taking a breath In the afternoon we all went to […]