Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have eaten three grey commuters today I will eat three more on my return journey As six is a perfect number red I have released my sister from a convent We have sex instead of lunch as it is cheaper The cops are after me So fucking what The are armed and wear rainbow […]

We inherited a warm sun today Jane and I strolled On our local beach The sea was a dark blue Which is normal for the season As we were leaving I found A smooth pebble Grey orange dull I immediately named it The Rothko Stone

Edtim We as a race are all too ready to kill (if I might use that word) Be it abortions (all I ask is that common sense be used) or legalised suicides (same) I (like you) value life Which is God’s greatest gift to us all But it is dispensed with like a used wrapper […]

Our beautiful island Is now hideous Gideon She was once beautiful As I am now It upsets me so much That I often cry

Edtim was sitting opposite me On a brightly painted chair She was reading The Selected Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke From my station I could see between her thighs It was a yellow day Which was the colour Oh her underwear I was writing an erotic poem About Edtim Zole

What are you doing I am writing a poem What have you called your poem The Barcodes of an English Gentleman What is it about The title will give you a clue But your are not English Clive And you are certainly not a gentleman Did I ever say that my poem was autobiographical

After many busy months travelling I had reached Edith’s cottage Her garden was splashed with colour With red roses hanging against the porch Edith was quietly watering the purple pinks In the shadows of the cooling day She was barefoot with her feet hidden In the shallows of our sea green lawn

A few years ago when I was in the USA My car broke down in the middle of a desert I was not that worried because help was near After a while a truck stopped offering assistance I explained what was happening we had a short chat Goodbye Cowboy This confused me As I had […]

From my window I can see moths Gathering around The Pink May Moon

Hi Silly Boy Long Time No Sea You live in Kettering Did you enjoy India Yes she was a dirty bitch How long have you been back About a thousand years What were your impressions of India Nice tits but her cunt was quite smelly No the country Silly Boy It was hot and the […]