Stuart Miller-Osborne

Dans un champ de 28 poulets De splendides ponts rouges furent conçus Pendant que je chantais à mes excréments

dans un champ 28 poulets Ponts rouges splendides conçus Alors que je chantais à ma merde Dans un champ de 28 poulets De splendides ponts rouges furent conçus Pendant que je chantais à mes excréments

You are fertile for only a few short weeks And then like everything you slowly fade We will leave before the rains arrive

They only last until the floods return Forty summers and a day Nothing is permanent Everything dies

What terrors existed beneath his bloodied boots What terrors looked down upon him from above And most importantly what terrors still awaited him

Stephenson watched as the vapours of death Rose silently from a small roadside drain He imagined the noxious fumes and toxic fogs As his journey reached its hidden conclusion I

Mark You are I am Dottie You look quite sensible It is short for Dorothy You learn something every day I am the tenth character There is no tenth character Mark have you ever been anything else Other than an Open University lecturer I once studied frogs in Peru Why Peru Because there were not […]

It was all about being lonely Is this a play for five characters No six I can only count five Have you counted yourself No Then you are a cunt My name is Stephen Then you are a cunt Stephen My talk is why fat women Walk along beaches With very little on All people […]

Jack Jack Look at me I am Naked But you are Juliet Bower No I am Naked Jack Do you like What You See Nice girl But does not Stop Talking From Jay Walking Across Busy Roads One day She will be Hit By a Car Jack and his Many Friends (2026)