Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am going to walk Through a Torii Gate With Janice We have invited the sun The moon and the stars To share our wonderful journey

Nepo how are you I have a bloody toe Have you dropped a shopping bag In your foot again Yep Shit happens You are looking very beautiful today I know Tell me a joke Nepo I work in a toy shop But I never see any pregnant Barbie dolls Why is that Because Ken comes […]

The Queen of Beauty Hangs at the top of my stairs Lit only by the moon On brittle nights I can see her likeness From my floating bed This brings me intimate dreams Which I do not choose to understand

Many years ago whilst at college I watched a television programme About a young but bedridden poet A naked woman Shadow hidden Stands next to his bed Is he dreaming Or maybe hallucinating This is not made clear

There used to be a football team here New Brighton Tower FC They no longer have fixtures Their plans turned to dust Nothing now remains Pregnant at sixteen My younger brother Died young of a wasting disease That might have been curable given time I lied on my CV Decay Decay Decay There is nothing […]

Bluebird released in a white desert Ominous hills Sleek thoughts Paddling in the shallows With a wild deckchair Dry summer dress Do keep your balance Mollie May Drifter Wants to rest Breaks his journey Attracted by the sea Dancing in a storm Saturated sand Thinking of you In a red dress The skies remain the […]

That brain of mine Is something more than merely mortal As time will show Joe I have taken this from a letter That Ada Lovelace sent to Charles Babbage Forgive the comparison But I think the same of you Your genius lies in your poetry You take me to places That I could not have […]

Think outside of the box Think outside of the box Where is the fucking box Joe

The explorer is one of my heroes Although he is little remembered I was named after him By my parents Who were missionaries

I am sitting in the warm sun The mists have blinded the day Only the flat sea exists Everything is calm