Stuart Miller-Osborne

What are you reading A book of short stories By Martin Po Are they good Yes At present I am reading a story Called Lake Side Is it set near a lake No that is the name of a small boat Which is hired out by a group of friends It is very much like […]

I met Leon on one of our Alpine walks He was part of another group That had taken a slightly different route Right from the start we hit it off As we both collected Alpine flowers For our future sketches and watercolours When the holiday was over we sadly parted I cried and there was […]

I often film crowds scenes It helps me to realise That I am not the only cunt In this the city of my birth

I frequently write poems when facing the sea But these poems do not always work for me So I leave my notes on the beach As later gifts for the sea I often bitterly regret this

A fool contributes nothing worth hearing And takes offence at everything I have nothing to add to this Just crawl back into your fetid holes You know who you are

Joe Josie When I washed your shirt I found A Star of David in the pocket Yes I was getting a new chain I need not ask but why were you wearing it Our family is not Jewish But as I have noted I know the answer You just want to pick arguments with those […]

There is a Z Lister who thought it was her duty to share her malignant views with us all  I read somewhere that a psycho had planned to throw acid in her face  But decided not to do so as she was so fucking ugly already  There is a female Labour MP who is so fat and […]

I had been ordered to guard a terrorist Mainly for his own protection He was a small man of about forty And seemed surprised that I spoke English As he also spoke English rather well The man told me that when he was a child He saw his whole family massacred By the army without […]

For a while as a young child I used to live near the Welsh Harp But I remember absolutely nothing Which is an advantage As by then the railway station Was no longer a railway station But a memory of a railway station The naturists had been hounded out And I would imagine wore clothes […]

During my last living dream I saw you beautiful at your birthday party Your make up exquisitely applied I will never celebrate another birthday As I still lie here in the cloying mud This will be my only mask