Stuart Miller-Osborne

It was a parallel world That never really existed A world of friends On faded sofas Sharing coffee When in the real world Reality was screaming At all those who would listen I was always halfway there Just staring at the faded de kooning Behind the bar

The wide sky commands the views from this quiet cottage There is no hiding place in these flat lands of peace The everyday wars seem so far away This will be my only record     Postcard to Jane 10/21    

The aim of life is to live and to live means to be aware  joyously  drunkenly serenely divinely aware    Noooooooooo   Why do you say that my friend as you in bed naked with two beautiful women   There is another naked woman asleep on the floor   You are world famous   People […]

Even since I can remember there has been a blue ladder propped up against the barn My father who is a farmer tells me that he leaves it there so that the angels After hard days spent in the fields can return to Heaven without too much stress I had no reason to disbelieve him […]

Two or three hours Are all I require To be able to sit here With a glass of wine And watch the sun set But you have stolen These pleasures from me

I was drifting on invisible seas Without direction My liberty was admired By some But was mostly misunderstood By my peers As I thought it might be     Message from Milo – six copies of this poem were hidden in London yesterday – if you discover a copy please consider it yours   

I feel that I can be myself around you Anna You have seen me cry You have heard me fart You have seen me shit When you were in the bath I am such a bitch sometimes You have studied every inch Of my body with your tongue When I hate myself You make me […]

Yesterday I stood next to the rusting tracks of a narrow gauge railway It was no longer operational having been closed some nineteen years previously In my pocket I had a photograph taken when I was eight years old   At that time this little railway was running at weekends and on bank holidays I […]

Sergeant Swanley does all the talking But we do not particularly care As we have come here to enjoy the beach   You are reading Blue Aegean Seas A book of poems written by Archie Leach Whilst Lucy and I are enjoying the waves   The sea is rather cold for late October Although the […]

Too many people look backwards Instead of in a forward direction They are trying to rewrite history Which cannot be easily done I am currently writing a history So that I may further understand The History of the Colour Blue I have no hidden agenda My name is Zorg