Stuart Miller-Osborne

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

Oh for a rifle (with sights) and a few bullets I am an excellent and steady shot During my time in the forces I came third in the inter-camp championships (With 86/100) as I missed my last shot It flew over the wall towards Harwich And killed a dog on Dovercourt Beach Which had escaped…

My little house Backs on to a railway line And because of this I have fixed a doorbell camera To my rear door So that I may enjoy The passing trains When I am in the office

Would you please wear Something under your vest When you collect the mail Before you go to work As my husband Can see you On our doorbell camera And it is not good For his heart

I see you passing Each morning On my doorbell camera Would you just Wave to me As it would Make my day

I chanced across This river in flood How beautiful she was Under the piecemeal clouds And declining trees Green Golden Brown Black Autumn Blue

A bulldog licking a naked woman out A piece of sapphic erotica Hanging on the bedroom wall A Designated Lesbian Suite Which is not offensive to dogs Rye is surprising town Or so I am told

Fathers Son I have a confession to make Are you flunking out of college No Then what I like girls I am in a relationship with a girl WHAT Yes I like girls I have no attraction to men The anus holds no mysteries for me I like the soft skin of a beautiful woman…