Stuart Miller-Osborne

When I say dog dust what do I mean What does it mean to you What picture does it present Do you think of a dog defecating Evacuating its bowels Or do you think of a dead dog That has recently been cremated And is now dust A dog might be expecting his master to […]

In a few short weeks I will be travelling through France On a High Speed Train I shall be taking my Tractatus Logico Philosophicus with me It will rest on the small table in front of my seat as I watch my train race through the French countryside I say that I will watch the train […]

The Islander The Silence of Applause That is why I live on this remote island Far from nonsense of mankind I have only the seabirds for company Which suits me very well On fine days I read my poetry to the clouds And the applause is quite deafening This brings me a great pleasure I […]

This may sound incredible But there is ship on my doorstep I can see it clearly from my upper windows About once an hour I wave to the crew But they do acknowledge me Which is a little sad As we will be sleeping together Throughout the long night   In mid December 2020 a […]

I am loved by those who love me And despised by those who despise me Balance is everything If this ship is not balanced Then it will sink Balance is everywhere The Sea The Sky The Clouds Everything is balanced But we were not balanced And that is the reason That I am resting here […]

Nobody ever keeps me up to date I am totally unaware of the world around me I am not sure if that is a blessing in disguise As nobody has updated me

There is a bowl of strawberries On the table in front of me   Just plain strawberries No cream No sugar No spoon   I admire these strawberries And their considerable strength For they have rescued me From the darkness of the abyss

Fat Woman Collective Lets Riot Not Diet I am giving up cops for lent So should you   Not Locked Yesterday I walked into my friends bathroom And found my hippie cousin naked in the bath She did not find my presence upsetting On the contrary she began discussing our walk I told her that […]

Are you selling an empty nostalgia to me An England that never existed at all A land of milk and honey Untouched by the corruption of others A land at peace within itself Of country lanes and green green hills And churches centuries old Are you selling me this lie If you are then I […]

I was always told That all years are memorable In their different ways Some are kind Some are sad Some are joyous Some are bad So why in this land of plenty Should I shout Fuck You 2020