Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have an android who looks after my every need She is everything that I want her to be At present I live in a deep forest With huge trees stretching as far as I can see Tomorrow I might live on the beach or maybe in a vibrant city It is totally my choice…

When I wake up I do not look At the colour Of my skin Nor do I Think about My heritage I am comfortable With my history

Hi Cassie I had a great day in Death Valley It was spectacularly hot But that is not my news As I think I have found the missing s It was written inside a shelter Spiderman Superman Everyman Cupid bears down her prayers with his wings Rob That is from Kit Marlowe’s Hero and Leander…

Chance was a very successful singer Who accompanied by his girlfriend Sis Became Salt Lake City 2 The duo burned brightly for just over three years Before they both disappeared over the Amazon When flying to a mystery gig in Brazil in 1998 They were both very small in stature And Sis become noted for…

Chance was a very successful singer Who accompanied by his girlfriend Sis Became Salt Lake City 2 The duo burned brightly for just over three years Before they both disappeared over the Amazon When flying to a mystery gig in Brazil in 1998 They were both very small in stature And Sis become noted for…

I slept with a world famous actress last night Many men would have liked to be in my place This was the last thing that I expected to happen I maintain and clean the pools of the rich and famous It is a trite occupation but I enjoy its simplicity Yesterday on my last call…

When I lived in a squat on the Coventry Road I used to share Michael’s sister With all the others in the house This was not a sexual arrangement As we only exchanged charcoal sketches Of each other sleeping in our central beds Kitty T was by far the best artist Although she was partially…

I frequently receive correspondence from fans and anti-fans reacting to my poetry and fictions 1/ You are a not a poet Keats was a poet You are a piece of shit Die Soon Love Mum (PS are you still coming for dinner on Sunday) 2/ I find your poetry racist homophobic and sexist (what about…

I am not sure why I have called this poem My Nudist Manifesto As it is not about nudists Far from it The poem is about a bus station That is situated directly opposite my apartment I say my department (typo) but it is shared I live with a gay girl named Geraldine Who is…

There is a politician so fat That I am considering Turning her into a piece of art By painting a landscape on her fat fat arse It will not be as lovely as the chewing gum art That entertains me each day on the Millennium Bridge But I am sure that the Grand Canyon will…