Stuart Miller-Osborne

I did not want to be here But I was ordered To serve my dying country Either that or be shot By my own side I am now sitting wounded By a dying shattered hedge Which will probably outlive me Unless I receive immediate attention Which seems increasingly unlikely As the night is slowly drawing…

When Roger returned From Mexico City He bough me a psychedelic skull That I now have on my writing desk Selphine and Josie Each received limited edition Mexican football shirts Celebrating the Day of the Dead We have just returned from Our favourite pub next to the river Where the girls football shirts Were much…

One of the most ghastly things That happened to Josie When she was at Cambridge Was when she found her flatmate In the bath having taken an overdose Annie died later the same day Which shattered my sister As for many long months Josie with the help of others Had tried to help her to…

Let me start and say that my pen is not original Each year Josie and Sephine give me A Wittgenstein Diary So that I might keep my notes I always tease them that it a guilt present To justify their Christmas trips to Cambridge My latest diary is very interesting As the great man discusses…

Not so long ago I was sitting on a riverside bench Reading my Bible When I noticed a woman Young in years Struggling with her shoes She eventually gave up And jumped into the river With the help of a passing gendarme We rescued the woman from her fate After returning to my apartment To…

My French teacher Madame Simon Told me that Paris Was a Godless city Which although very beautiful Was really a cheap whore As my namesake once said I would be shown a good time And then she would spit me out

The first mention of Le Celine Can be found in 1945 Just after the war It was supposed That she was a Polish refugee She met a wounded GI They opened a cafe together Which still stands to this day And then in the summer of 1947 She suddenly vanished Which resulted In many theories…

We should forgive our enemies But not before they are shot I have always had a complicated relationship With what I regard to be the truth As a society we often betray our ideals We ignore the potentials of sleeping men

My wife sent me a perfumed letter I received it yesterday morning Just after the sun had risen It contained some sad news As her much loved husband Paul Had grown tired of his war

My wife sent me a perfumed letter I received it yesterday morning Just after the sun had risen It contained some sad news As her much loved dog Paul Had grown bored of its days