Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have been told That I have fallen Into a state Of artistic decay

I worked very hard on my book But you told me that it was too long I made it in to a film But that was cut too Too brutal Too decadent I was told But I only told the truth

We are five minutes apart It is finished full stop Our love has trickled away You are walking towards the railway station I am staring at my stained coffee cup It is as empty as my thoughts The rains have now turned to snow It is snowing quite hard I think of you waiting for […]

You have a habit of walking around our flat Wearing just a tee shirt before you retire I find this very off putting when writing Memo to Self Buy Jane a pair of pajamas tomorrow So that you might complete This wretched poem

Shipwreck Clinging to a sinking Piece of driftwood The sharks are circling I am praying very hard And hope that the sharks Have retained their faith

Do not criticise what you cannot understand What are you doing Listening to Dylan You Listening to Dylan

It is my moral duty To say that I am Heavy with Child Whether I am guilty or not Is of no importance As my foetus is innocent

I am hiding out in a hotel room High above a celebrating city The cops are searching for me As I am an ny assassin I have registered under my favourite alias F Anny Kaplan But the authorities are dumb I will not be caught As unlike other assassins I do not use guns or […]

This is not going to be a long piece Why should it be In short during the final months of the war I had rescued a wounded footballer As he stumbled towards the enemy lines Another rake of machine gun fire Would have finished him off He had been shot just above the knee And […]

I am standing where Dick Turpin Was executed In 1739 A blue bus Has just passed by Tyburn York Tyburn York Tyburn York Three Brothers Were aboard The blue bus I am having dinner With them This evening