Stuart Miller-Osborne

Where are you going To see Derek’s cottage my petal What for Because I admire the artist Artist Yes Out here Yes There is nothing fucking here There is a lot here What do you think Tommy It fucking stinks There is nothing here That is the essence of Dungeness It is the essence of […]

I am a good man or at least I think I am I care for the community and am a kind person So when I saw a large shipping container Parked badly at the side of the Gladstone Road I contacted the police as the road was quite badly lit And the container would present […]

I was nrver a bright chils Souf of a sunn reeder I surpose This cauzed priblems As dad liked the geegees He once told metoo put a quid On kit marlowz nose It vame in one hunderud too one But it waz two layte as I had got a book The Jew of Malta which […]

I am writing this in a half light As my lights are three forty five dimmed My phone is flickering in the background Everybody seems to have an opinion But none of these have the weight to count I feel that this feed is rather trite And ignore the comfort it brings In an hour […]

What happens When a mysterious Spanish Woman Invades your home And seduces your wife Whilst ignoring you I have no answer To that question As I am only A frail poet Who knows That her Christian name Is Dew

I called for the members of the orchestra To slide down the tower instruments in hand As we wanted to be entertained Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe A relaxed group The breeze is travelling in a false direction As it often does on warmer days A poet A painter A mannequin and A clown Summer in […]

I called for the members of the orchestra To slide down the tower instruments in hand As we wanted to be entertained Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe A relaxed group The breeze is travelling in a false direction As it often does on warmer days A poet A painter A mannequin and A clown Summer in […]

Well that cannot be said of me As I make my words shout and scream I am not a calm poet let it be said But I like women shy with retroussé noses And Oxford in their vowels Summer dresses Sarsaparilla’s on pastel tables I like vintage photographs When all is full light white bright […]

If I could reverse time I would travel To Harrow on the Hill With an alarm clock Under my arm And when the coast was clear I would reverse the hands And travel back To when all was right On Harrow Hill

Come friendly bombs Come drop on Slough As it is full of ******* now Note – I found this anonymous work in the toilets when changing trains at Slough Railway Station