Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have often noticed  A blush velvet chair  In the small side window  Of my local bookshop  Nobody seems to use it  And its stark vacancy  Is even more confused  By the presence of a book  Partially opened and half hidden  From direct view by a leg of the chair  The Origins of Romantic Poetry  Is the…

Do you know what I hate about you  No  The thing that I hate about you is that you are so fucking boring  A big film director  You are nothing but a fake  Your films are so fucking boring  They are not true to life  All your characters are wooden  Do you know why I…

How are you feeling Stan  Rough still  You have caught a chill  Possibly  It may have been when you got soaked the other day at the game  I know but football is my mistress  And I am your wife  I do wish that you shared my passion Jane  For twenty two grown men running around a field…

I Am Love & Siberia   Are my best friends  We often holiday together  And discuss whether closed  Railway stations are identical  To the railway stations  That are still in use  I often see reflections in winter puddles  But do these reflections  Exist on hot summer days  This is a Siberian question  We discuss these questions…

I have just photographed our breakfast table  Just to record its ordinary history  Milk Coffee Toast and Flakes  Await us both at the end of our dreams

I wonder if I am actually recording The Centre of the Known Universe  You are photographing trains Stan  Yoo often photograph trains  You have spelt you incorrectly Jane This is what I hate about yoo  You have have spelt itt incorrectly Jane Spelling is not a strong point of yours  I know how to spell cunt…

I met a man who told me that his name was George Lewis  In the Cafe Lea charity shop this afternoon  I was looking for a set of forks with ivory handles  This man smelt vaguely of the farm which surprised me  As one does not find many farms in area of Kings X  He…

n one of my dreams recently  I derailed an express train  By throwing an errant pen  Under its wheels  Six people were injured  Because I had smudged  My much loved drawing  I was sitting in a large church  Built on the soil of the county  A lecture was in progress  And soon a swastika was…

I am sitting here uncomfortably In front of a BBC microphone  Reading my poetry to the world  I am wearing a green woolen sweater  Which was a recent Christmas present  Please pray for me my friends  

On the whole cats are afraid of me  Which I find puzzling as I am gentle  And exceedingly kind to ladybirds