Stuart Miller-Osborne

Even in her early years The fissures were evident She was vain and capricious A tiger brutal without a cage I knew her for just a year We chased rare moons Before she faded From my life

I frequently write about these children Searching for favour in my words But I am aware that they are lesser creatures And that my kindness will soon be corrupted With little or nothing ending well

You want to love the negroes But they make things hard for you They steal almost everything And I am a kind master Who loves his flock

I was unwell by the time I reached Cubicle 18 After a while I found myself Sitting on the floor Not really wanting to get up It was then that I heard A woman calling for assistance I peered over the wall And saw a naked woman Weeping quite furiously I invited her to sit […]

The reeds near the river Sing on soft winter nights This helps me to sleep

Hi Josie I am on the Shinkansen with Izumi She is such a nice girl Just so very gentle and feminine Unlike some of the less favoured races Guess what No I have not been arrested Small World I ran into Anna and Anna In Tokyo just by chance Anna has been commissioned To write […]

I have been in Japan for six days And have travelled far I have leaned many things Firstly how tall I am in comparison To the average Japanese person I am just over six tall which is not unusual In most European countries The second is usually not discussed in polite company But I had […]

The night maid Wanders in the garden Searching for fallen flowers The night maid Passes my bedroom door Morning is near The night maid Is still sleeping I can hear her dreams

the wet sand is clinging to my skin it is cold and very uncomfortable she went swimming in her underwear but has since drowned in the sea this assumption is false as i am very much alive my show will be held in early may where i hope to sell some of my work

this is not a poem but a slice of cheese