Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am on a one way mission To find and explore B()) My ship is equipped With everything I need Although I like the infinite swimming pool It has views into space And never ceases to amaze me I was due to be executed For a crime that I did not commit But my sentence […]

Chester Lime Hook is due to be executed On Thursday morning at eight He is there because of me I will have to free him I rang my father for advice But he was not there Some said that he was dead I discussed this with his sister Rosie Lime Hook But she is in […]

I have a friend named Chester Lime Hook He has a sister named Rosie Lime Hook Who travels with me We are all living in Amerika My father died yesterday He smoked too many sticks I do not grieve for him Fuck him what a cunt He had a lovely family And gave it all […]

From behind the goalposts The sun is setting Slowly into its pastel pale bed Grey Gold White and Cream I was born here Jane Many summers have passed But the light remains the same Stan

This poem is not going to be typical of me There will be no mystery to it at all No dreams no journeys no friends Nothing at all this is an empty poem I am sitting on the platform At Corrour Railway Station It is fucking cold so fucking cold I am on the run […]

Rigorous Kristina Spring in Yokohama Blue Flowers White Blossom Trees Gentle Winds

my poetry has just but one fault it contains light

Léopoldine was a quiet girl friendly but rather reserved Who without much attention wrote a number of strange poems These were dismissed at the time as a confectionery She did not write any known poetry after the age of twenty-four And later travelled widely with her husband Paul Laval Today Léopoldine is remembered more for […]

Lola Loves Lolly True I found this carved In a beach hut Where I changed Before swimming in the sea It was dated 1934

Lolly was sitting on a railway bench Staring at the rails She imagined that she was On a southern beach Watching the tides come and go