Stuart Munro : Writing

A Friends Love bite from a Giraffe at London Zoo

A Friends Love bite from a Giraffe at London Zoo

A Poem by Stuart Munro


A friend visited London Zoo He got a love bite from a Giraffe And he had the neck to tell me about it I didn’t want to know , but over a c..
I strangle nose drops

I strangle nose drops

A Poem by Stuart Munro


Perfection ends the dramatic world Imperfection has lost its polluted smell The bells I hear ring , the stunted squiggly church The political ma..
Lard in an Abstract Avenue

Lard in an Abstract Avenue

A Poem by Stuart Munro


I see Lard in an abstract avenue I chuckle with gut rot Your sitting on barb wire But seem comfortable Is that normal for a free mason The..
i smell onions on a sweating sink

i smell onions on a sweating sink

A Poem by Stuart Munro


In the misty close of darkness I smell onions on the sweating sink My head revolves to a head squashed area It all seems to make me eye shrunk a..
Scuba Diving avoiding Bat Droppings and eating a cake in a Wardrobe

Scuba Diving avoiding Bat Droppings and eating a c..

A Poem by Stuart Munro


Scuba diving avoiding Bat droppings and Eating a cake in a Wardrobe , that’s life The munch of deliberate mouthfuls escalate into rabid knock..
When the Robots take over

When the Robots take over

A Poem by Stuart Munro


When the Robots take over We won’t need to do nothing They will control us No need to go to work , Rushing Just sit around or just sleep..
Robot Flowers

Robot Flowers

A Poem by Stuart Munro


I tend the Garden ,Robot flowers talk to me My robot neighbour talks to me over the fence A robot delivery , turns up with a parcel It’s m..
The Upside down Room

The Upside down Room

A Poem by Stuart Munro


When your in the upside down room A clown stitches your clothes too small for noon You go to bed with an upright head Then your hanging upside d..
In the waves under a Dancing moon

In the waves under a Dancing moon

A Poem by Stuart Munro


In the waves under a Dancing moon Like a caterpillar out of a fresh cocoon This is after Deaths sweep clean with a fresh broom You can’t w..
 Pick of the Day

Pick of the Day

A Poem by Stuart Munro


I used a lot of ink on this one , about five gallons