Stuart Miller-Osborne

Something of my past stopped tonight These things happen from time to time It upset me greatly so I decided To become happy again I assassinated a local councillor Whose extreme views offended me It was all over in four hours And as I say on my settee Reading a future newspaper A policeman knocked…

Each day I scour the city For new and original words I keep these words In a glass bottle For future use As I plan to write poetry

I will kill you slowly I will eviscerate you You have invaded me I will not forgive you Please stay As I am lonely My door is always open Intimacy awaits you

I frequently stop just to watch people pass by I stop in busy streets and in shopping malls But my favourite locations are stations Buses Trains and Trams fascinate me greatly As people are always moving without much thought The destination in their minds is of the greatest importance Yet they forget about the journey…

A secret river runs beneath my feet It was covered many years ago On the quietest of nights You can hear its hidden flow

I am falling in love With the world around me The remains of a purple candle In a small glass jar With two flames burning Brings me a great pleasure

I was going to to be dramatic and write By the time you read this I will be dead Which is obviously wrong as I am currently writing this puerile shit I had now reached middle age (aka the suicide years ) You read about it often in the papers MA guys going missing Only…

The one who has a good friend Does not need a mirror Black Dog Pale Dog Rumi

If colour is within your heart You will find your way home Even on the darkest of winter days Rumi

I am a thief a cheap thief But what more can one expect Of a poet who watches buses And often waves at them It all started when I was a child When I noticed that the drivers Waved at each other When passing on God’s Highway I decided to to extend this tradition And…