Stuart Miller-Osborne

When I was released from prison  My father ordered me to stay  In his Potiers house  As I had brought shame on my family  I reluctantly agreed to this isolation  She was weeping  Having been robbed  By a couple of Arabs  I took her back to the house  To help her recover from the ordeal  She […]

I travelled into the city  Looking to find Julia’s assailants  Knowing that I would never Be able to find them  As they all looked alike  I stopped at the Cafe Charles Martel  As the day was mild  And I had not eaten for hours  Although I felt at peace with myself I felt an anger […]

Where are you Joe  In Ashland Virginia  Josie is also in the US with her friends  Sephine is in Finland  We are scattered to the winds  The sisters have returned to Greece  Although Cora in returning quite soon  Why Ashland you might ask  That is easy as I like trains  I have a friend named Cassie  […]

Hi Bonni what are you doing here  You should be in the warm  As it is icicles out here I am homeless Lezah But you had such a lovely hutch  I was so jealous of you  And so were many of the other rabbits  What happened  Do you remember the storm  Which storm  Storm Willam Nobody […]

There is a legend that scores of flying smails  Were frequently seen in the middle of the twelfth century  In the skies above Theydon Bois  These were noted and illustrated in the Epping Drolleries  I have lived in the village for many years But I have never seen a flying snail  Although they can be seen Occasionally […]

Manning lit a cigarette  And thought of the dead queen  You cannot spoke in here mate  Sorry I forgot so many rules  In the distance  There was the sound of an explosion  What the fuck was that  The pub emptied in a flash  Somebody has assassinated the Prime Minister  What makes you say that  I […]

I have just stolen  A rare edition  Of Ulysses  It dates from 1922 It was so easy as Maude  Distracted the old guy  With her gossamer blouse He was all eyes and no attention  We are now sitting  Inside the Cafe Camus  And can see the cops  Acting like bees  Maude no longer  Has dark hair  […]

I killed an Arab this morning  It was a racist killing  As I hate Arabs  My weapon lies deep  In the tired river  Its history hidden  I will kill other Arabs  When I feel that the time is white 

Alice and I caught a movie  On Pigeon Street  It had fallen from a roof  The King was already dead 

My sister is named Luna  She is two tears older than me  We own a cat named Rufus  Who insists on being released  At three thirty every morning  I often meet Luna on the landing  We are always naked  As the nights are humid  I return to my bed  My sister drinks iced water  On […]