Stuart Miller-Osborne

Every day when I wake up I receive At least twelve photographs from my sister Of trains and mountains Of birds and bees Of giant valleys And verdant trees Sometimes I lose track of L’Wren She is lost in her mad voy-age

My sister is in Sri Lanka at present With her friends Su and Phill Yesterday they visited A tea plantation L’Wren sent me two photo graphs

We grew our hair long and tried To forget about our comfortable past There were no rules or ownership We were all free or so we thought Wes Banski was the first leave Followed shortly after by Purple Sue Wilma Jayne and Nelly Parks The construction workers treated us well And were for the most […]

One day I will find the most evil of words

If you wear a mask for long enough Then it becomes your actual face

It is almost sparse With little or no Decoration Fading birds Perch on Fading branches Everything is in Decline Colourful petals Once beautiful Are now dour And without Reflection This year Has now Sadly died

You will be fully investigated From the minute you leave office Prime Minister That is if you have not been strung up beforehand Lelia was sitting in front of the television She was smiling broadly as she often did Shall I buy the rope or will you do so We already have some under the […]

I have just stabbed A very important politician In his heart with a kitchen knife As he toured my school I had expected to be arrested But I was left totally alone And was given a bunch a red roses By his splendid second daughter

In my last dream A politician lied to me I hate being lied to Especially by politicians So I purchased a barn And a length of rope And hung myself From a beam

Barnes Common Today you find me on Barnes Common The weather although mild is changing As cooler winds begin to dominate I am glad that I am wearing my cream sweater Henry Fielding once lived in Milbourne House On this lovely common I wonder who lives there now As I am heading towards the railway […]