Stuart Miller-Osborne

I own two wooden chairs Two ordinary wooden chairs On occasions I sit on the beach And wait for the incoming tide To bury these my possessions I have been alone since Maureen And have slowly developed An emotional vacancy This said I am sheltering A homeless girl in my apartment The girl is mute…

I have had just had your likeness Tattooed on my arse Something something That the pain will pass

I was feeling quite miserable Here in X Toulouse So I purchased a pink coffee And plenty of booze Lou

Wild dogs will write poetry On Titian Blue Streets And I will purchase a pink bicycle With my waist length coppery red hair

If you mend my pink bicycle I will cook for you Wearing just a brief apron if you mend my pink bicycle I will become your Muse Deep in the city of X Toulouse If you mend my pink bicycle I will share your wide bed When you are overseas If you mend my pink…

Our names are so short Why do you think our parents Chose these names They fuck you up Larkin I get your drift Where are you from Valencia And where are you from I am a London girl Why did you come here To meet new people I always feel awkward Around new people That…

I fell in love during my nineteenth year But there was a complication As Rosa was in love with another boy Who like me worked on the building site In time my rival began to notice My affections towards his fiancée He warned me to leave her alone Which I did until his jealousy reappeared…

I have just been arrested for murder As a mad primate was found hanging From a embattled and fading tree The cops were puzzled regarding my motive As I referred to the incident as an accident And then the beautiful Yvonne entered my cell I confessed using one million words My confession was very sparse…

A blue hue had descended Over the concert hall A small gap began to appear But it was not noticed by anyone As only Sally could see the light

Forgave Betty on the morning Of her triple birth Love will tear us apart She whispered as she crossed The bridge now grey in the snow