Stuart Miller-Osborne

It shines favourably On both our towns And is independent Of what we value Or fail to value

I have just made a short movie About twenty seven seagulls If the android had been solar powered She might have survived the initial crash This is a letter of apology I am so truly sorry

You are soaked through my poor little thing Go to the bathroom and dry off My gown is hanging behind the door Where is the storm heading Victoria Jayne Well if my calculations are correct Hazel Gardens Then Peter Paul Close The High Street and Checkers Place There is a coffee for you on the…

Little Rachel was sitting on a bench Waiting for a much delayed train She was reading a red paperback Which was given to all adult passengers As they purchased their daily tickets Its unusual title confused Little Rachel Understanding the British In the distance she heard a loud noise A branch of an overhanging tree…

You shall know a word By the company it keeps It was argued That a words meaning Is not the thing it names Sal Josie How are you I am good What about you I am good That is a nice tee shirt Where do you get it Camden I had to buy it As…

In my kitchen near the window That overlooks the winter sea I have brightly coloured dish Which contains shallots and apples As I watch the grey clouds gather I have to confess That I am more attracted To the red blush apples Than the dour shallots

She had a jar Of semi-precious stones Which she found On the beach Along with a box of coral And a calcified shell

I am an enriched girl With a robot smile I own a camera And need to capture The city before The day ends I am a cardboard box With homosexual tendencies

If you play your violin I will show you my breasts Or If you play your violin I will show you my flowers Or If you play your violin I will let you share my shoes

You are so fucking false Marty May Why do you say that Because you have never Read a book in your whole life You pretend to I will give you that Just because you leave your glasses Next to a book does not mean That you have read it Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus No cunt has ever…