Stuart Miller-Osborne

I loved the intensified colour of his letters Which I leave on my Paris desk as a source of light As light as feathers in the drabness of my bedroom I often read them to my female guests Look at my sketches Are they not fine But alas I am no artist

Would you sit on that wooden chair Once you are totally naked Open your legs a little just to hint of your inner world Am I making a porno Robert as it seems that way I assure you that we are not making a porno What is that box on your wooden dinner table It…

Why do I worship your hardness beneath the sheets It does not define me in any way as I am totally separate Who are you waiting for is somebody going to join us Is she dark like me with a hint of light inside her heart I do hope that is the reason that I…

Plays a piano in my bed He does it just to disturb me This said I am impressed With his jazz compositions And have signed him To my record label AxA

My father was a newsagent in a country town I was the senior paperboy in a country town But there was a catch as my rounds included Three of the surrounding villages all up steep hills In all it was a five mile round journey in all weathers This said it paid well and I…

On Ruesdaus Day You will collect the sunflowers From the cornflower fields Two days of rest Around the pool If you so wish (keep the pool area tidy) The market is open on Saturdays Be ready for the ninth hour Keep hydrated as the town has little shade (always wear white and a straw hat)…

Why are all Polish films Set on or near railway lines The level crossing keeper Is a woman of tender years She actually lives in the signal box And keeps crown tails In an illuminated fish tank They are much admired By passing drivers Eight trains a day Is the sum of her job Maybe…

I found a dogfish abandoned On an unmade track It had been dead for quite a while The victim of a careless fisherman Walmer Beach 11/25

Six months ago I bought a cat as a mannequin Today I purchased a recording Of poems by W B Yeats I placed the record on a spare chair And noticed the design of its cover Suggested that my cat Was now indeed an angel

Viktoria lay on her night bed Listening to the hum of the farm The light of the warm summer moon Was filtering through the voile curtains Pedro was due to return from the war