Stuart Miller-Osborne

Two or three hours Are all I require To be able to sit here With a glass of wine And watch the sun set But you have stolen These pleasures from me

I was drifting on invisible seas Without direction My liberty was admired By some But was mostly misunderstood By my peers As I thought it might be     Message from Milo – six copies of this poem were hidden in London yesterday – if you discover a copy please consider it yours   

I feel that I can be myself around you Anna You have seen me cry You have heard me fart You have seen me shit When you were in the bath I am such a bitch sometimes You have studied every inch Of my body with your tongue When I hate myself You make me […]

Yesterday I stood next to the rusting tracks of a narrow gauge railway It was no longer operational having been closed some nineteen years previously In my pocket I had a photograph taken when I was eight years old   At that time this little railway was running at weekends and on bank holidays I […]

Sergeant Swanley does all the talking But we do not particularly care As we have come here to enjoy the beach   You are reading Blue Aegean Seas A book of poems written by Archie Leach Whilst Lucy and I are enjoying the waves   The sea is rather cold for late October Although the […]

Too many people look backwards Instead of in a forward direction They are trying to rewrite history Which cannot be easily done I am currently writing a history So that I may further understand The History of the Colour Blue I have no hidden agenda My name is Zorg  

It should not have happened on a day such as this As it was a hot summers evening But I was working the late shift at Sefton station Which was by now quiet after a busy day There were three more trains each running on the hour I was in my office when I saw […]

I met Viola tonight  Really I have not seen her for many years Come to think of it is must have been the summer of 1992 How is she As well as to be expected for a time traveller Really I thought she looked a bit tired and her coat was heavy Where did you […]

white ship in motion on a silver ocean against a slate grey sky   white ship on a silver sea reflects the blank grey sky

A gaggle of girls are sitting on a stone bench Watching the incoming tide I am aimlessly reading The Fundamentals of Marxism-Leninism  As I wander towards the Margate Sands You are collecting coloured sea glass Blue Green Green Blue Blue Green We are all bathed in the white light of the day