Stuart Miller-Osborne

When I first moved to the city I squatted in a riverside town house (only the best for your resident poet) I lived with two identical twins One was from Lima and the other Lincoln They were both called Nina Nina High above their shared bed There was a poster of Karl Marx (this was […]

Is a new development on the edge of town Which has failed dismally It consists of four medium sized office blocks The largest is called the elephant The smallest is the corridor They have been empty for over three years I actually worked for K.I.N.G Which was on a shingle ridge Overlooking the main line […]

Have you noticed that during November Many pinks and browns Can be seen in the blue fading skies

I was invited to an opening at the De Vere galleries Small Oriental women served most of the snacks But I was disappointed with the prints Politicians in the Cross Hairs The images were just not extreme enough As I knew that these corrupt politicians Were very much alive and obviously breathing It was then […]

We were due to witness a super moon But we were disappointed As low clouds spoilt our view But at least we were entertained By the mystery of the glowing skies

Hello my name is Mike I have a friend named German Who is love with Japan This is not an erotic poem

Enid Each time I fly I am aware That this might be my final flight The odds are stacked against a safe return This said if we are lucky enough To survive any action Then there are those who will guide us home They do so at their own risk These are our true friends […]

I ran my trigger finger Down Lola’s naked back The wall behind her bed Was bathed soft pink This was the last intimacy That I would remember