Stuart Miller-Osborne

A parcel arrived at the door of my apartment It contained a number of perfect tee shirts In a variety of bold and pastel colours Printed on each was the same message The Shortness of Life Forbids Us Long Hopes I cannot really say that I knew of its meaning All that was asked of…

It was my own fault as I was wearing a flimsy dress I had a feeling that I was being followed by a black The bus station was always busy It would offer me sanctuary How mistaken I was as it was quite sparse The black made no attempt at subtlety He was just looking…

An apple contains a honeycomb of caves This is where worms live die and breed A red apple how sweet and nutritious it seems That is the only lie we are told when children

I was climbing the towards his apartment on Floor 3 When I was stopped by two members of the secret police I had seen them before outside the Fuchsia Apartments The older of the two men demanded to know why I was there I had to think fast so I told him that I was…

While sleeping in mid flight Frigate Birds Often sleep using Only one side of their brain Leaving the other side to dream That is an interesting fact Robin I am a Frigate Bird make no mistake Have you ever visited Iceland I am an Icelandic Cop In charge of finding foreign criminals On many of…

It all started on the southern slip road When an arsehole in a fast car cut David up Words were exchanged and the arsehole died If we had lived a mile or so away from The Forests David would have got five to seven years He was told that his actions had originated in jealousy…

The workmen in their orange jackets Are working in the same hole Australia is not far away I am sitting on my balcony Watching the brightly coloured buses Getting ready for their busy day Zanzon Brooks is playing on the radio Next to the self assembly table Which I smashed to pieces with an axe…

I saw a naked angel today Really was she beautiful She was wearing decorated boots

Are you awake No I am Tony Were you dreaming Yes What were you dreaming about God Really I often dream about God Where did you meet God In a pencil factory What drew him there He asked me a question What was the question He asked me about being a mob boss Really Yes…

It was a day so bright That God was visible Amongst the clouds Above the beach You are confusing me Jack Am I Yes In what way You said that God has crumbled That is very arrogant of you If you read the poem Coffee Please Then not for one moment Do I note that…