Stuart Miller-Osborne

I saw God on my train this morning He was reading a redundant newspaper I wanted to tell all my fellow passengers But was unable to share my exciting news As between six and nine All trains run silently in LA

I dream about brushing The fine white sand From your exposed shoulders And discovering your tattoo

You are as beautiful As the sea But I dream Of other things

I normally sleep alone And only share a bed When my ex visits me But last night I dreamt That I was sharing my bed With a large hairy sheepdog As well as Veronika Paule

I am a High Wire Artist at a circus I plan my shows with extreme precision That is what you will see The skill of a brilliant engineer Combined with the poetry of movement

I c my flatmates boobs At least twice a week As she is a stripper At the Rose & Crown

Ricki and I walked into the city We passed the Prime Ministers Head on a greasy pole Later we shared a coffee In the new coffee shop I had An Abortion Along with some Viennese Whirls I was so giddy With the excitement Of my beautiful day

I found the ghost of a paperback In the gutter of a country road It was very badly weathered As I had been for many years

Charles and I took the Liberty out Even though the skies were slowly darkening A large storm soon began to head towards us It was a sensible time to seek shelter Ruthie was sitting in saloon reading The Selected Prose of Lord Byron Unaware that we had turned the yacht And were making good speed…

The Intimacy of Bedrooms Was the only poem That Chris and John ever wrote together Well that is was they told me They considered it a very poor poem That is why it was hidden in our Hastings house They now live in San Juan Capistrano John runs a chic gallery near the railroad Chris…