Stuart Miller-Osborne

I do love your hairy chest Martin I could sleep on it all day I could never like a man With a hairless chest What are you saying Sheila I could never trust them They might be homosexuaaaals Shirt Lifters Anal Acrobats I cannot see what girls see in them You are all man hairy…

Where are you from Toledo You Madrid The boy in the bar Thought we were sisters He had a point as we are alike You are taller than me And your hair is longer than mine We both have raven eyes And luxurious black hair There is something very seductive About girls from Spain Our…

Stand at the window Maureen Look at the silver stars In a short while One of those stars Will fall into the yard Beneath our apartment Do not touch it for an hour Let it relax after its journey Marie Maria Corteze

Imagine Sitting on damp rocks On scalding days With your feet Cool in a rock pool A world famous poet But a failed author Meets his only fan He signs her book Daniel Meets Daniel They share a rock pool And count the pale pebbles Her name is Martin She is from Colorado And has…

It was a typical artists table Unpolished with splashes of paint There was also a dry breakfast And a coffee waiting for me As I was facing a long journey On the bare and dusty wall Was an unfinished sketch of Anaïs I had not seen my sister for over a year So I carefully…

It was a typical artists table Unpolished with splashes of paint There was also a dry breakfast And a coffee waiting for me As I was facing a long journey On the bare and dusty wall Was an unfinished sketch of Anaïs I had not seen my sister for over a year So I carefully…

My bedroom has commanding views Of the Royal Albert Bridge I often watch the passing head lights Before I go to sleep at night It is a simple and unassuming pleasure

I thought I saw a buck Walking along The branches of a tree But was mistaken As the creature was a doe

When my sister was arrested for distributing Subversive essays about the regime I told her to use her eyes to gain an advantage Whilst I negotiated her release

These fields only a season ago Were so friendly Yet today as I stumble hunched Towards the night I composed country songs In self memory Disfigured at Birth by a Vengeful Father North North East the Ice Stars Sing