Stuart Miller-Osborne

The president has been assassinated People are celebrating wildly in the streets Felix and I are in a diner Sharing a strong coffee He still has a silver bullet in his hand Somebody has beaten him to it Which has made him a little sad But this has not clouded his judgement As he fully…

I can see you in the night sky Through a thin crack In my silver curtains I would like to think That you are sending me Silent messages From the beginning of time But soon realise That you are only sharing Your distant illuminations

I have not looked at my features For over fifteen years As I am not interested in my appearance That was until the other day When I saw myself in an accidental mirror I must say that I was much interested In the timeless beauty of my face But was saddened when I saw the…

I almost missed the sunset today As I was engaged in other activities It was only when I noticed A pink hue on my whitewashed wall That I saw the spectacular clouds Hanging over the evening sea From that moment on the theatre was mine         During the early evening of the…

I am looking at a silver bullet In the palm of my hand Said Curtis As we drove into Washington I will only have one chance in my lifetime To end his miserable life On the dashboard of our car Faded photos of Nicola and Bart Fluttered in the breeze They were hardly noticed By…

I know fuck all about Balkan music And my goldfish knows even less But then again we both live In Milton Keynes

The sky was heavy with rain As it had been for days Yet the sea had not darkened But was glowing a blue green grey It was then that I knew I was recovering From my sad journeys  

I was contemplating the windowsill In my designer bathroom When I noticed that my toothbrushes Were deeply in love They asked for my consent Which sadly I could not give As they came from the same multi-pack

I was walking with my dog along the coastal path When I suddenly discovered That I was Turkish This came as a great shock to me And left my dog rather confused   I was soon exiled to a small village On the Turkish Armenian border Because I admitted to loving the sea It was…

critics do not exist in my world they have been banned to the sewers where they can eat shit like the rest of us i have been reading a great deal of contemporary amerikan poetry recently it does not inspire me indeed i find it poor but then again i do not have an opinion…