Stuart Miller-Osborne

I can remember Ursula Selling lavender in the market She was an orphan Who sold all she could grow And then the war started Our country was invaded I did not see her for five years Until I met her in Köln Working in a cafe Near the railway station We met occasionally after that…

I used to know a girl named Flood Which was an unusual name She soon told me That it was a shortened version Of her second name Flood Southampton She had chosen not to use Her birth name For reasons unknown

I hate our fucking cat Joe Why Because she is a selfish bitch She is normally okay with me I could hear her howling from my room And went down to let her in But she was not there I was standing there stark fucking naked It was cold and I was freezing I had…

I was sent to a fine university To study nothingness Circles were my specialised field

When my mother was raped She became pregnant And tried to abort me But the doctor was drunk Which scared her I have hated my mother since

I am flying to Amerika Which is quite stressful As I do not like flying I purchased three novels reissued Molloy Malone Dies The Unnamable These will pass the time Whilst I am in the air If my plane crashes Then time will not pass As it will cease to exist

We would like to film a selection of your poems Would you be able to translate them Yes but most of my poems are impossible to film Why Because dreams cannot be filmed

There is locally an unmade road Dating from the last war That leads directly into the sea It is one of the many wartime roads That can be found along our coast These are the white freedom roads

I am due to be executed In an hour for desertion But this will not happen As in my dream last night I travelled in warped time And strangled their wretched mothers The Brother of Viola’s Brother

I often take photographs of myself Swimming in blue hue sea me My art is at once beautiful and bold I resemble a mermaid or so I am told