Stuart Miller-Osborne

I used the underpass On each working day A beggar sat Near the intersection Requesting alms I ignored him As I always did I repeated this journey Until I was finally promoted But by then This poor man was long dead

Shadows gather Dogs bark My sister sits without pants She has no honour I have asked her To return to the order But she refuses All is lost

I am sitting around the pool With Adecine and Kate Adecine is topless Whereas Kate is more modest We have been in Italy for two days Time has ceased to exist Neither has yet shared my bed Which is a relief as it is white hot And I am still brittle and very lagged

You have asked me to decorate The dust cover of your new book I chose to keep my design simple And chose just one colour

I often juggle With some If not all Of the planets Whilst keeping Their moons engaged

I am a little worried about Joe His nose keeps bleeding It ruins his looks A boon hit him in the face And I think it is more serious Than he thinks We will be in New York on Wednesday Hopefully it will be nothing It looks like Joe had a fight with the boon…

In the hour before I rise I normally meet myself Imagined violets Float around my little room A mad girl finds happiness

Did you kill him because of his colour No Then why did you kill him I acted out of love What did he say That is of no importance I repeat why did you kill him To put him out of his misery It was a compassionate act I do not consider shooting a man…

Lived alone on a farm in the outback With his sisters Aimee and Beth It was a lonely existence Was the name of their dog Once every quarter a travelling cinema Passed within eighty miles of the farm Neither Aimee or Beth cared As they preferred the realism Of documentaries black white and grey The…

Let this Movie Be a Poem About Summer Bathing in a Golden Field