Stuart Miller-Osborne

Is the title of a very obscure seventies movie Which I have never watched But I stole the title For a piece of art that I created When I thought I was an artist And not a poet I had the vision but not the dexterity Which cannot be said for my poetry Where God […]

Pappy was annoyed at Richard as he had promised to be at Lodge Park by seven but had called her to say that he was still in Poole She placed an importance of her mini breaks with her husband as they were periods of calm in their busy lives It has been over five years […]

I watched you admiring the moquette On more mornings than I can remember But you never looked up at me We shared an obscure passion I wore a Colindale tie And you wore a Landmark sweater But we never connected And then you were gone You no longer shared my train I still stroke the […]

If I could end urban decay By walking down a street On a very warm day Wearing a colourful dress Then I would do so Alice Amy Adams

Joe is an Anti-Philosopher who was born at the age of 63 He travels through an hallucinatory London in a sieve And collects the turds of all politicians no matter their leanings He is often called King Turd by those who dislike him But mostly is referred to as a cunt   Which he has […]

Ammonites were marine animals belonging to the phylum Mollusca and the class Cephalopoda. They had a coiled external shell similar to that of the modern nautilus. In other living cephalopods, e.g. octopus, squid and cuttlefish, the shells are small and internal, or absent. I was in a museum shop Looking at some pieces Of polished Jet […]

I picked up Andrew’s gym bag by mistake As it was identical to mine And to my surprise I found my panties inside When I asked him why He said that he had stolen them As he wanted to taste me Whilst he masturbated I should have been disgusted But I felt a great admiration […]

I recently visited an art gallery To see the latest Maureen Maureen They were full of pain The artist was standing Near the entrance But said nothing As she was weeping I kissed her lightly Of her damp cheek And handed her a bracelet That I had found on the beach Ram Ter Steege Her

Afternoon reading But I am not reading I am day dreaming A summer storm is getting nearer My book already feels damp

In the summer of 1953 My mother was photographed Cycling along St Alphege Lane This photograph has now been reproduced In a new book about Canterbury But for some reason It has been filtered blue