Stuart Miller-Osborne

An orchard was destroyed Before its time I feared the worst It was replaced By a hop field And peace returned

On an average day I pass Over twenty philosophers In the street Not one notices me Not one notices Nana

I was walking into a vivid sunset Which lit up my small town And witnessed beautiful angels Reflected on each of the parked cars

Well he did not exactly take a holiday He paid for it with his pocket money What are you writing Silly Boy Words of course Silly Mummy I can see that No you cannot see that As even if the sun is high in the sky You cannot see that You are not going to…

I keep a tank of tropical fish Opposite the main window In my sleepy bedroom I adore their mythical thoughts Especially at night When I illuminate their homes

There are Holy Books From many religions Along its hidden shelves Rich maidens again Flit abroad in gowns Scalloped out Behind and before So that back and breast Are almost bare

On my arrival I found a mirror In a reflective museum And stared at myself Until the light faded

When does Philosophy End And Science Fiction Begin

Later that year the King and the Prime Minister Were both assassinated There was a brief But rather nice Civil War The Good Guys won Yet I did not care As I was having Sex on a regular basis With the girl Who had smiled at me At the carrot conference We were fast breeding…

As I walked into the conference The speaker behind the podium Asked a question of the audience The question was about bottles of wine And how many might be purchased If a certain amount of money was spent As I am a mute mathematical genius I answered correctly to polite applause I soon noticed a…