Stuart Miller-Osborne

Never construct dreams For other people As there is a chance That you will forget your own

She has changed it once She has changed it twice Sweet Amélie

This station closed down Over twenty years ago When a diverting line was opened Why do trains still stop at the station As there is no evidence of life Only a profound desolation now exists

& Charlotte I had a ghastly dream A horrible horrible dream I had committed an unspecified crime Against Madame Guillotine And I was being punished They had laid my head On a wooden block I was looking Towards the blade This would be my last image I was also naked from the waist down My…

Do you find it difficult Being a man In some ways yes But it is worse for you Alice As you are walking talking Box of Secrets Some of which you understand And others which you Do not even know That you posses That is why women Are so different from men I have little…

What do you do For a living I kill people For a living Very bad people Is that not dangerous In real life yes It is very dangerous But in your dreams no Are you saying That you only kill The bad guys In your dreams Yes that is true What about the good guys…

This is my first and last visit Into this poem I will sit opposite you In the pouring rain We will share a coffee And then I will leave

Am I in another poem I am afraid so This said I have pluralised Come again Read this Standard plurals: Most nouns are pluralized by adding -s or -es at the end (e.g., rock becomes rocks, church becomes churches). Irregular plurals: Some words change their spelling completely or stay the same (e.g., man becomes men,…

Hi what are you doing here Where am I You are in the studio Of a famous artist Have I heard of him I doubt it As rocks from Hanoi Have notoriously poor hearing I can hear the street trains Everybody can hear the street trains Even on Jupiter Even on Jupiter Yes What about…

Mon amour mon ami Mon amour mon ami Mon amour mon amiI was sharing my mattress With three trainee nuns In the corner of my cramped room A battered record player Was repeating the same song As I had scratched my only record The smallest of the three nuns Looked at me from beneath the…