Stuart Miller-Osborne

Every morning at seven precisely I fetch my milk from the landing beneath my apartment I walk quite naked down the thin stone steps towards the chequered tiles My neighbour watches me But I do not care as my bare arse brings him pleasure

The Moon Sisters can be seen at night Over the simmering West Berkshire fields One is clothed and the other is naked And although the were born centuries apart They are considered twins  As they are totally identical But I can tell them apart As I was born in the shadows of the Rustock Hills

I was sitting unnoticed in the corner of the birth room watching my mother giving birth It was on a Sunday afternoon in late August At 5:20 to be exact I came out crying as I had already witnessed all the sins of the world That is the fate of poets   Many years later […]

I was sitting at a potters wheel With a visitor from another planet We were throwing pots And then decorating them with beautiful flowers Freshly picked from my rural garden I looked at my alien friend And wondered which one of us actually belonged

I am dining with visitors from another planet They are excessively fragile And will shatter at the slightest touch Tomorrow I will be showing them All the castles that we have and will invite them To choose one as their official residence

I am a theatre director You may have seen some of my productions I often work with Mary Lewis Who I met at Oxford many years ago Mary is a brittle actress Who is very choosy about her work And because of that she has the reputation Of being very hard to work with But […]

You were ripped from your historic plinth Where you had resided for many years Your face was bloodied by the baying mob And then you were cast into the waters of a harbour Is this the Theatre of the Absurd I wonder Or have we all travelled to a parallel universe without knowledge

Under the blue lights Your skin Your Dress And your shoes Looked different Under the red lights Your skin Your Dress And your shoes Looked different Under the white lights Your skin Your Dress And your shoes Looked much as I remembered them   I spent the rest of that day and the next Thinking […]

The Green Gate You are standing naked by the green gate With your head slightly bowed I wanted to stay and sleep on your breasts But the trains will not run without me   Nude Beach  You are walking between the dunes How beautiful you are On days such as this The beach awaits you […]

Do I dare or do I dare To consider the properties Of her maiden hair