Stuart Miller-Osborne

The Spring is collecting Yellow pieces Yellow pieces The Spring is collecting Yellow pieces Yellow pieces I had a song in my head I could not identify the tune That morning when walking towards the railway station I found a rabbit in a distressed state The creature was confused but was not alarmed by the […]

I was painting an icon On the base of a matchbox When the Bishop’s wife passed me by She was listening quietly to Billy Ocean And was complaining sadly About the laws of motion Her husband’s faith And my unseen devotion   This short poem now resides in a small plastic bag placed under a […]

I was made redundant today after twenty years with the same company and am travelling on a later train feeling rather sad A hoodie is playing his rap music loudly to the displeasure of others in the crowded carriage Nobody challenges him I wish I had a Bowie Knife so that I could cut his […]

The diplomat’s daughter was tied to a chair in the basement of a house in Oud-Zuid He blindfold was removed and a mobile phone was thrust into her face Explain our terms to your father fair one The girl spoke in Spanish but did not betray distress What did you say? I asked him if […]

We had tied the banker to the high wooden chair His PA was strapped to the bed Both were gagged But we were treating them well During a meal break the Banker asked us whether we were going to kill him But I did not answer as the moon had remained silent His PA was […]

You did well my friend You are my butterfly It was the sixth day of my visit to Florence As normal Doris met me promptly at ten She had been a member of the Baader-Meinhof Group for many years Her pale features betrayed the time that she had spent in prison With Rudolf Hess and […]

Before you left I painted your features on a brown paper bag You were to wear this as a disguise All assassins are disguised In one way or another It is the first rule of their profession  

I am a truck stop whore This is a fact I am also a professor of mathematics at a prestigious redbrick university I adore the perfumes of the human body and often do not shower for days before I lecture hoping that my students will share my odours What is sex without odours? I always […]

The world is at war This is the final war There will be no peace As most of the good men are dead I am hiding in the woods And am watching as the enemy soldiers Hunt for survivors Occasionally a rifle shot breaks the silence In my possession I have Joanna’s wooden box It […]

Yesterday we were visited by a country parson Who found us naked in the orangery When he enquired of our dress We told him that we were Adam and Eve And that we were watching The many trees grow in our garden   Yesterday we were visited by a country parson Who found us naked […]