Stuart Miller-Osborne

I exist I know I exist As I dropped My cell phone Into a canal

I am so suicidal That I send myself Poison pen letters And bare my bum At passing trains My name is Lucinda I am a lost angel Late of Hythe

Bitter Eagles Lulu Lula Rainbow Dolores Late Summer Day Humid Winds Golden Arrow Good Friends Happy Hours

Mirages occur on the brightest of days I am standing on a cliff Looking out to sea And can see a town Over forty miles away Within the decorated waves

It was love at first sight My life was about to change I would see the world Through her gentle eyes How I looked forward To this amazing journey As travel fascinated me

Hi Joe Rufus Long time Too long I see your poetry is going well Do not flatter me You are a visionary and you know it But that is not why I rang Is Billie okay She is fine I hear she is in the US In Flagstaff visiting her sister We have a novel […]

I love you 60% I love you 25% That makes 85% Who has the remaining 15%

I would populate it with all my friends But you do not have any friends Billy Then it would remain empty Save for my white angels Lilly Lee

The final time that you walk Into your garden quite naked To taste the blue dew Beneath your feet The final time that You wear your cotton shirt In all its gossamer loveliness I have been deeply in love With these curious summer days I long for the golden cornfields And the peace that haunts […]

Steven Monkfish Fell off of his bike On a tight corner Near a bridge At the bottom Of a steep hill Many people witnessed His accident From a passing train Nobody cared This is the only poem Ever written About Stephen