Stuart Miller-Osborne

The red telephone box in the Strand Is full of journals and books All but the deepest publications Have views to France Unless the cloud is low I am a dictionary

Judy was sitting in a stream I was standing next to our tent It was a warm spring day Judy was naked and was sitting in a stream   Do you realise that primates  Can scratch their backs  But I cannot even wash mine   That is because we have no soap   I am standing…

On the serious streets of Southwark I saw you wander by You did not notice me in Costa’s Nor did you wonder why         Outlaw  

It was a nightmare created by a mind of fatigue I was in a hotel with you Today was our last day in a pleasant town The sea had been kind to us It had shown us a reality And how to really live We were greedy for more   But here we were trapped…

an orange sun glows over the thin black forest the snow lies untouched     08/01/22

Do not touch me  Why That is my name  It is a strange name  Perhaps  What is your name my friend  I have a poor sense of timing  Why is that Because I was late for a wild swim And my dearest friend drowned Would you like me to be your friend That would be…

I own a pub It is called The Stuffed Owl And has quite delightful views This makes it very popular During the longer warmer months In view of this I close the pub During January and February Just to recharge my batteries Today has been a day of wet snow Harsh squally winds and not…

Tuppence and I Live next to a pub The Stuffed Owl  Is its unusual name Sometimes after a night out We sleep in to twelve But are careful When opening the drapes As our bedroom Overlooks the beer garden  

On certain afternoons in the summer Jeanne and I rest on our centre bed We are often naked or lightly clothed And either masturbate or fuck Depending on our mood There is a painting of Cornelius Whur On the wall that overlooks our pleasure I wonder what he makes of our immorality He knows that…

A few years ago during a visit to the St Lawrence Cricket Ground I dared Jane to run on to the outfield without her shirt After a short consideration she agreed to my dare and ran topless towards the square In her favour there was nobody there to witness her wonderful theatre No cricket was…