Stuart Miller-Osborne

The Monitor Stone At high tide a black flag hid the monitor stone This brought distress to my family but not to me Education of

If I am shameless Then I shall fade I do not exploit the darkness Nobody can   Poets are shameless with their experiences :They exploit

You lay there Gravel raised With the cold lips Of your dead smile Awaiting a saline breath Whilst your eyes Wonder at the map Of

As a man in the clean clouds searches for his gold The lost in their hell clothes deliver his perfumed rope.       A

At night when my thoughts are in recession I hear the bright music of your forecourts and sense the quiet terrors of your history

The Thief   In the sweetness of your palm You have grasped the bitterness Of your folly. The Idiot Girl My idiot child You shall never

They all look the same These suburban stops With the criss cross crowds Huddled in the cuckolded shelters.   Be they far near Or in

I will hold thee In my green grasp As lovers do I will yield thee As I am strong Return to life You did no

Love, I am tired of love I imagine an alphabet without love A B C D  FG H I J K  M N P  Q

In the tree shaded lane June passed without note As May had on the wind A new month arrived With its mysterious scents As a