Stuart Miller-Osborne

In a field not far away Courting pheasants Pass the feeding rabbits Whilst the doomed cows graze Without effort Unaware of their mortality   The sickly mayor Proclaims his love for the Queen People cheer But do not really care I am always suspicious of happiness The girl from the hat shop notes To her […]

Michael Moore was sitting on a wooden seat at the foot of the Bell Rock Lighthouse His cousin Miranda was swimming in the sea His sister Siberia was photographing the smiling crabs in the many rock pools that surrounded the beach At the base of the lighthouse a wag (possibly a soldier) had carved a […]

When I was a child there was a railway station at Grove Ferry I often caught trains to other parts of Kent from its lonely platforms A ferry crossed the river at the time As the bridge had not been built And I used to watch as cars and vans were transported slowly across the […]

Tilly and Tilly were standing in front of the Caravaggio painting Have you noticed that Judith’s nipples are erect? No Why do you think that they are erect? Tilly looked closely at Judith Yes they are erect Why do you think that is? I do not know Although the murder of the general was a […]

On her way to work one morning Alma found a baby sewn into the pocket Of her red woollen coat She named it Alma The child who possessed a shock of red hair Grew up and at the age of twenty-eight Purchased a large factory That produced red woollen coats With babies sewn into the […]

ElectroAmerika I watched as a blind girl Added liner to her vacant eyes Without warning She turned into a panda So I cooked her fried egg   SuperAmerika I was involved in an automobile accident this morning The other driver died I lost three fingers And my sister lost two The police officer who attended […]

Today there were White Swans In the Poetry Field They ignored the Black Swans And the Canadian Geese  

I saw four women travelling south One exotic One plain One with a mass of flame red hair And one a distantly Eurasian   Their sisters were travelling north Without emotion on another road  

I was walking with Finland My dog In the stray woods When I saw The last leaf of the autumn Fall from a tree Above me In the clear skies The stiff winds of winter Had begun to torment The brittle night  

Dearest Kanada Thank you so much for your photographs I am so glad that you left my only bra As a homage to James Dean The weather in London has been dreadful recently And has been killing off large numbers of bees much to my distress I have enclosed an Israeli book mark for you […]