Stuart Miller-Osborne

It almost passed me accidentally A hiss of hot enclosed steam Within the confines of the tunnel The ghost carriages Full but empty Reflected the lights of my train And then the cloying darkness returned

It had been an extraordinary day An October day that was so bright white That everything glowed The air was as kind as the hours Summer recently departed Had paid the area a late visit Before the grey winter winds And their short shifted days Extinguished the town forever

I bought Roy Boy A toy Just to annoy

I was a policeman for a number of years As I wanted to give something back to the community In certain ways I did make a difference But then the decay set in I grew quite cynical Which made me uncomfortable As I enjoyed the accidents That the bad guys suffered We are harder than…

Hi Joe Les You are going to enjoy this I was in a small coastal town yesterday When I saw a couple of cops Sitting in a police car (obviously) They were enjoying coffee together She is such a slut Funny Man They were parked on a double yellow So what Decay Joe Decay Listening…

Come join me here in East Kent I am living in a cottage near the sea Where I used to stay when I was a child You were telling me that you have never Witnessed the bright white light That Turner celebrated and so admired Do get the next train south my dear girl And…

Josie I must say that it fucks me off That one of our greatest poets Who has a prestigious award Named after after his achievements Has been soiled again by worthless entrants I have looked at this years nominations And not one is a true poet far from it I am not interested in perverts…

Our paradise was almost hidden from view Which was its biggest advantage Glenda and I often spent time there Just listening to the colourful birds And generally being very lazy I have written a number of poems About these wonderful days Which I keep locked in my study I am thinking of publishing them When…

This is White Street Although it is called Orange Street We live in a Green House At the top of Red Street Which is near White Street And parallel to Orange Street Coffee is always better after sex

I was in the City of the Pilgrims And unfortunately cut my finger Which caused it to bleed As I did not want to stain my clothes I went into a Catholic Church And bathed my injury In the Holy Water near the door I soon left the sacred building Thinking no more of my…