Stuart Miller-Osborne

We are crossing the Atlantic Just Julie and Mark It is not as exotic As you might think Boredom is a great enemy So we have allowed Ourselves three books Mark keeps his in a bag Whereas I keep mine On a window shelf I must say that I never tire Of seeing my humble…

Hi Fred Hi Bert Is that your dog Not really What do you mean This dog belongs to itself Who am I to demand possession Nobody owns me Alice owns you You might have a point What breed is it It is a Black Labrador Retriever What is its name I was going to call…

Joe would you ever consider living in Bali No Why Because Bali does not live in me Joe & Josie

I am forever staring into the abyss I think that I will find the truth Yet I find nothing at all And then the abyss Stares back at me It is then I know That I am in trouble As I change into a monster My beliefs fade and I am alone And like a…

I recently purchased a puppet A simply decorated horse

Hello Joe Ruth here News I have a new boyfriend He is a dependable guy Decent and kind But to tell you the truth I think that I will bore of him He loves cinema but not my kind of cinema Last week he took me to see a really shitty movie You would have…

I love this little village It is in the middle of nowhere Deep within the moors A random bus service Runs four times daily Or so I am told Heritage trains also run From the ornate railway station Which adds to its charm However sheep with black faces And vacant eyes Follow you everywhere Shitting…

I do not care for many things these days I find them tedious Small people with small problems With the exception of historians People who live in the past Are boring and uninteresting I am a person who looks forward Instead of looking back This is my final postcard to you Joe As my train…

Winter ends next week Doug Really Yes Try telling the weather It is pissing down What is the name Of the penalty taker Ricky Ricky Jones He is a natural Number Ten Only young but the position is his own Sal why is his shirt so clean When everybody else is covered in mud Because…

I grew very fond of your pale blue ceiling During our time together I would watch the traffic shadows Move playfully window to window to and fro Without fail you always pissed After we had made love I loved seeing your pale bottom Disappear into the en suite These are now just memories As you…