Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have to say That the last twenty four hours Have not been my best I have lost my job Broken up with my girlfriend And have been arrested For being drunk in public But do the sheep care Far from it The just enjoy grass And outdoor toilets They can teach us many things

What the fuck was wrong with ewe today You seemed to be walking around in a dream Do you suffer from narcolepsy No I tuned in to some of your Betty Boop dreams They were pornographic They are available on DVD Girl on girl extras Yes Face Shitting I think you will find it is…

everything is more beautiful because we are doomed you will never be lovelier than you are now we will never be here again Where is that from Douglas Banks The Iliad by Homer Jane Pill

Betty Boop dreams Of owning Betty Boop pencils I am dozing On a railway bench It is a hot day (today) Her train is about to leave A shrill whistle Betty Boop Grabs my hand Your journey is now complete My sweet boy Travel safely now Without regret

The remains of a summers day A Betty Boop bear Walking through fine sand Longing for dampness Light Bright Reading glasses times three Sinking into a welcome sleep None so careless

I was in Margate today When an elderly woman Asked me If I was going to swim As it was such a hot day I mumbled that I did not have a bathing costume And was told that she would not be shocked If I chose to swim in the nude The woman then looked…

I lost a dear friend just over two years ago She was innocently walking along any street When an advertising hoarding crushed her Due to the high desert winds It was determined that corrosion Has caused the hoarding to break up When the abnormal winds Swept over her town As I expected the blame game…

Of childhood hours And rare eclipses These are my memories Of the timeless sands

As I was walking along the coastal path I passed two women of maturity Sitting on my memorial bench One was wearing a green dress And the other its grey cotton twin You had been been wearing A red cotton dress trimmed white But had since chosen to go swimming Near the towns new unmade…

I feel so lazy here on this lovely beach Everything seems so right A breeze so gentle That it invades your dreams All the colours of the world Are cherished without thought Angels have never been more beautiful The bright sun never so warm You do not waste time here On our shared summer beach…