Stuart Miller-Osborne

As I trained my sights on the President I stopped for a moment And listened to Mozart

A few years ago in St Raphael I was on the beach when a storm Dropped upon us all We sheltered under the promenade I began chatting to a girl In a pink and yellow bikini blue She seemed cold so I gave her my shirt In exchange for some of her goose bumps

I prefer living alone With my colours And my pen People irritate I took the cloth Over twenty years ago But nobody recognises me

I do love the beginning of the summer hols They always seem to stretch out ahead for ages and ages They go so nice and slowly at first Then they start to gallop. Enid Blyton Five Go Off in a Caravan That is what summer is all about Endless days without any hurt Everything is…

I am protesting about something Or maybe nothing who knows I have today thrown a Molotov At the cops who approached me They too have families in flames

I was given a Gold Medal For my participation Which pleased me As I do not normally Climb Green Hills In the County of Somerset

I often fantasise about my teacher Miss Elsa During Applied Mathematics She is a natural blonde I know this To be true As we shower together After cutting blocks of ice

I have named my dog I Masturbate I was going to call it Nigger But it was not black In July 1985 I walked for charity Ot esd a nide walj I volrnteered As o wanyed yo see If my teacjer Was a natural b;onde Ratingen I have never been to Ratingen Europe Walks I…

Elections come Elections go But the beauty Of a woman Will never fade

Later today I shall run down The deep pumice cliffs Pirandello’s childhood memories Are laid bare at my feet I will wear a white cotton dress And later bathe in the bright blue sea My journey begins and ends here As this is the edge of my known world Josephine