Stuart Miller-Osborne

Oktober loves September They are tender cousins Sharing the same bed The older months frown The foolishness of youth Country ways What happens in the fields Stays in the fields I am a country lad Born and bred Nothing matters Nobody notices Nobody cares Return to your city If this bothers you

Julia and I are in a Wimpy Bar We are sitting next to the window Julia is wearing my work overalls I am wearing her pretty red dress Nobody notices This performance Nobody cares

Julia is asleep William is asleep The shops are closed The town dreams

I had planned for the whole event To last two days Two hours Two minutes And two seconds Our event attracted a great deal of interest People were very kind And brought us refreshments And one kind shopkeeper Gave Julia a nightshirt As she thought she might get cold Because I was using a summer […]

Last year I asked Julia to sleep pm a futon Im the middle of a shopping precic I am wriying this pom whist sittomg on a chair The idea was that I could watch her dream The diff was that I was blindfolded Hence the many spelling erroes

In New York There is a park Which is called The High Line As I was walking Its length I came across A Pink Tree Which I liked A great deal As pink is my Favourite colour

There is a palm print on your window What were you doing before I arrived Watching the buses come and go And I was waiting for you Really Yes I was

Today when walking through Hyde Park I saw my twin Reading a book I had written The Dead of Europe

Wear red coats with silver buttons And carry guns loaded with silver words

Abandon me now you cheap fucking whore I do not need you any more as you disgust me My endless white thoughts are my life now Every flower in my garden Mocks you without guilt As you are quite diseased B.l.a.c.k A.n.g.e.l.a