Stuart Miller-Osborne

My father was a barman at the Kitty Kat Club Which was within touching distance of Piccadilly Circus This long forgotten club was frequented by gangsters Not the loud names but those who drifted just below the surface One of these gangsters was named Tom D Adams Who was known for his cruel and violent […]

I will only take a minute of your time Red Rooster is my name I am known by some as a brutal killer Although those more learned amongst us Can see that I am a vigilante and nothing else I dispose of those who are not fit to share God’s air If you have sinned […]

A dying soldier placed his head in my lap He smiled weakly I have inherited your future He looked at me and said You have also inherited my past

Due to ferocity of the battle We were unable to bury A fallen soldier He lay in our garden Until covered with snow

Sweet Autumn With all its storms And peculiar events

I love the smell Of summer grasses And languid rivers

I am fond of so many people They all live with me

We have a rather nice park in our town A lot of work went into its original design But recently the grass has crown wildly in certain areas It is something to do with the bees This makes me feel very uncomfortable As I prefer manicured lawns

After he returned from the war My father began dying Not from any injury Although he had many He asked me to paint his final portrait Which I did very slowly As to give him more time I have still not finished my work

What r u doing Joe Writing a poem about Rimbaud What r u doing Josie Asking you a question Have you studied the poster opposite No /Why Because I have always respected Avignon