Stuart Miller-Osborne

You are a rare visitor But the sea was so calm That you basked quietly In the warm shallows Until you were disturbed By a careless child     07/06/21

I was born in Devon but raised in Cornwall My hair is golden blond which suits my tan It is said that I have Germanic features Although I feel that I have gentler looks I left university with a double first Of which I am immensely proud I am not using it at present As…

Tulla Larsen  I stared at his deformed hand As he cut me slowly in half Such is the etiquette of smart restaurants I am Corday You are Marat   Pastel Pink Cushions I am thinking Of collecting Pastel Pink Cushions But you prefer sunrises   The Wholesome Replicas of Dave My Italian holiday was not…

I dreamt that I married a pink octopus And that we shared a damp bed In a soiled room that overlooked a church The creature taught me all that I needed To know about masturbation and pissing in pots Which became useful in my role of a missionary God was everything to me in those…

Nathan was Impressed  Nathan was impressed By Lucy’s small breasts Even though he had been Blind since birth   LuLu and the Monkey LuLu and the monkey Travelled to Broadstairs by train She only purchased one ticket As monkeys travelled free  

Small Panda’s Party Frequently In HASTINGS

Bandit Poets do not exist They are an Ideal Sandy Hair Bleached by the Sun Tanned Complexion Sad Eyes Very Sad Eyes A Heart Shaped Face High Cheekbones Small Mouth Tall Neither Thin or Bulky Long Fingers and Toes Tends to Float Rather than Walk Intolerant Arrogant Gentle Caring Lost   June is a savage…

A woman of mature years Was watching the sun rise Lady into Fox She admired the orange sun A fox was watching her Half hidden under a blank bush It too was enjoying the generosity Afforded by the wide hinterlands Of the endless ribbon beach

If I am an a sexual object Then kiss me And leave me alone In the light Of the shattered door

I usually lose myself through dance It blinds the world That tries to hurt me But my dances are not familiar But those of everyday movement To Run To Walk To Stand Still To Turn my Head To Lift my Arm   These are my invisible weapons