Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Chickens

    Chickens in cages in a lorry I followed the vehicle For about half an hour Until it pulled into Services Carol The driver had left his keys In the ignition such was his rush So I stole the chicken lorry And drove to Abbey Farm Where I released the chickens Cage by cage row by […]

  • Great Yarmouth

    Often when I am milking the cows  I think of Great Yarmouth  And wood shavings  I think of you  Sitting naked in the shit  Oblivious of the stench  Written on my phone in Cambridgeshire 

  • A Cellar Illuminated By Frost

    I have never belonged to a school I do not care that much As my talent for what it is Is a solitary talent I thrive in the vacancy Of my own thoughts These are just words That I happen to knit together I believe that have no real style Which may be a style […]

  • My Town is Disposable

    I live in a kitchen sink town It has not changed much since I was a kid The shops are uniform and very bleak Even on the warmest of summer days My name is Malcolm X I was named after the greengrocer As he was the nicest man That my late mother ever knew He […]

  • Archery Square

    Paul is bathing Jeanne, In a tub on the top floor  Of a house in Archery Square  He tenderly caresses her  With a soft flannel  They engage in small talk  And do not notice That the oak tree  Opposite their high window  Is shedding its fruits  Into the brisk winds  I am by now entering Archery […]

  • AN I MAL S

    AN I MAL S SINKING SLOWLY INTO A SWEATY SWAMP THIS IS NOT A SPECTATOR SPORT

  • 103

    Rotting leaves mashed to a pulp By the wheels of the careless Brown Bunnies mashed to a pulp In the gutters of the rich Severe storms will soon strengthen And wash away much of the guilt

  • Bobbie shows me her Boobies

    My Cousin Bobbie and I were travelling On a fast express train Towards her Manchester home She had been crying As she had lost her job Because of a couple of embarrassing mistakes Which caused an important customer To close their account Even though the carriage was full Bobbie insisted on showing me her boobies […]

  • Comète

    Yesterday I met Marianne We had booked a room At the Hotel Violette As we wanted to breed But we changed our mind And purchased a violet cat Which we have called Comète

  • Comet

    Yesterday I met Marianne We had booked a room At the Hotel Rouge As we wanted to breed But we changed our mind And purchased a red cat Which we have called Comet