Stuart Miller-Osborne

Thompson once said to me That there are more stupid people Than wise people in this world Thompson once said to me That stupid people are invisible Whereas the wise shine like stars

Let silence be the art you practice When in a forest what do you hear

a silver moon reflected in a puddle a turning wind warns

My Japanese girlfriend Often sings in French When we visit Lima

We spent today without clothes It was an ordinary day We both went to work Met up in the park at lunchtime And then again at five thirty Malcolm took me to dinner In a pub near the railway station As we waited for clothes train My flatmate had been Visiting her sick aunt In […]

They enter the front door as virgins And leave the back door as whores I heard this line either in a church Or was it from a long forgotten movie All cities are the cities of one night stands You meet you drink you fuck you leave I love the absurdity of this poem And […]

When I was much younger I began to dabble And take endless journeys To places that I cannot remember This said I can recall Catching a movie in Hastings On a very hot day I cannot recall its title Welcome to something or somewhere Welcome to Hell I slept most of the time But remember […]

You are the best remembered As being Guy Gibson’s dog Your name  -. .. –. –. . .-. Was used as the password To confirm the breach Of the Mohne Dam But you are not remembered for that And your name and grave are being forgotten Your history is being extinguished By traitors with alternative […]

I had been up to no good again A variety of toxic crimes Which fucked off the cops And they soon arrived at my mothers house Smashing the door down like infants But I was the one with brains As I was in bed with the slag next door And watched the proceedings With a […]

Of late I had felt listless and bored As normal I blamed it on others Two politicians in particular Who I hated without proper thought So I purchased a powerful handgun And assassinated both of them The cops came after me But vanished as soon they came Up my short garden path As one cannot […]