Stuart Miller-Osborne

I pulled the trigger The Presidents head exploded He is dead before he falls I make my escape successfully And lay low for a few weeks I am then betrayed by my sister Who was paid by a newspaper For her betrayal but I still adore her Even if she is a grade one bitch […]

Art With Books rose at seven every morning She showered and drank coffee in that order Or maybe not in that order as it was hard to tell   She owned a small gallery on the Kings Road Named Nude on Tuesdays and Closed Right Now It was a popular gallery and a successful business […]

To anyone passing it is just an ordinary field That lies behind a world famous parsonage It is known that the father of three famous sisters Spent some of his spare time here in reflection   But that was over a century and half ago And this recreation can now only be found in books […]

As we drove over the high bleak moors I became aware that we had slowly climbed Into the low clouds that were beginning To haunt our journey in unusual ways   The lonely villages were almost lifeless And a sense of grey death hung in the air Visibility had been reduced to just fifty yards […]

My mother did not attend the meeting Of the Sowing Circle today As she was fighting off The drunken advances of a German soldier   Wool To make up for her disappointment I was given two balls of wool One was blue and the other was red This gift made me very happy  

I saw a Christlike figure half hidden Under a bleak motorway bridge I was told that it was passing through So I ignored its presence Which I considered the right thing to do    

There is an elephant in the car park It was sobbing its heart out I was looking in the direction Of the distant moors And soon asked the elephant Why it was weeping so bitterly It answered me in Japanese Which was quite considerate As I had been born in Japan

Anna I am in the kitchen Okay I just bumped into Jasmine Tea That was nice How is she Well She gave me a box of chocolates What for Because she likes us I have already opened them as I love the violet ones Do you mind No Do you have a favourite Not really […]

Anna why have erected the blackboard in your room again Because I am trying to answer a question What is that question Why do philosophers die I would imagine for the same reason that we all do Their life force is spent We both believe in God yes Yes Our beliefs differ slightly as you […]

I have always followed your work And you have let me down You are false   Fucking Fraud   You are a fraud I feel that you have let me down You are a sa and there is a vacancy in your soul     Saul Green