Stuart Miller-Osborne

I often share a bath with my publisher And discuss my forthcoming books Her name is Georgie Jane Joe And she owns GJJ Publishing I soap her breasts with a silken sponge Until she is quite aroused and closes her eyes That is the secret of my seductions But I am not a lesbian far […]

Today I purchased A plaster figurine It is quite beautiful Yet on its base is written Technology killed my cunt  

Barbara Northern Ireland is a type of grass That grows mainly on shallow hills Although it can be found in water meadows   Unknown until 1891 it was named after Barbara Northern Ireland A seamstress who lived in Paddington   She discovered the grasses in a dream And immediately became aware Of the significance of […]

I often sit on rooftops early on summer mornings Enjoying coffee and catching up with my messages   My neighbour was air raid warden during the war And was often stationed on rooftops in the city   He told me that it was a frightening occupation But it did have its moments of fun   […]

I have a large number of Princess Leia figures On my window sills In varying states of undress My wife buys me one On each of my birthdays But he is beginning to repeat himself And duplicate the models But that is a not a problem As I keep some of the figures In the […]

This is an unfinished poem It does not possess A Beginning A Middle Or an End And is made completely Out of plastic I have never written a plastic poem before This is a new experience for me It might even catch on Who knows But I will be very surprised If it does As […]

The white gallery wall was illuminated Red White and Fucking Blue It was an attractive neon exhibit   I took a lift to the sixth floor Where the gender friendly loos were hidden And wrote on the cubicle wall Not as you might think Something rotten   My message was deeper than that   What […]

This evening I shared a meal With my wife and daughter Above the sea of memories   This is an unfinished poem    

A main line passes near my Provencal house I often sit covered only in a bright kimono And watch these beautiful trains pass by For a few moments the lineside flowers Engage in a frenzied but colourful dance And then they settle and let the high sun calm The great madness that inhabits their blue […]

I woke up naked this morning And walked around a room With a decorated ceiling And of many books   On certain occasions one finds That life stops to float It is hard to explain This feeling of tranquillity