Stuart Miller-Osborne

Kim Wall is tall She has a stool Named Saul Small   Kim Wall is small She has a stool Named Saul Tall   Kim Wall is Saul She has a stool Named Tall Small

In these days of waste I find the snow woman To be an ugly creature With a thin face and loose lank hair   She is known to carry a sword During the mighty snow storms It is said for her own protection But I doubt this as she has no predators  

021221 211221 221221   Are twins but not in the truest sense of the word I am really cross with 021221 as it tripped me up Whilst I was carrying a bag of dishes and glasses Only four out of the ten survived although I was unhurt   211221 and 221221 follow on consecutive days […]

Amelia and I were sitting on the beach When a silver jump jet landed on a sandbank It stayed there for a few minutes before taking off Vertically into the clear white blue blue sky The jump jet then began to entertain us with extravagant manoeuvres Before slowly changing into a strawberry jelly right before […]

Iggyug Popinov was a furry gonk I was given it as a child My furry gonk is no more It was lost many years ago Abandoned during a move Only his his odd name survives Which is quite similar to us all As after the fun and games have ended Only the names survive Either […]

Geraldine was standing in the rowing boat She was playing her violin Six flamingos were watching her There were usually seven But one has travelled abroad Because of a family illness

The year is pursuing its bleak conclusion My Christmas Cactus has slowly flowered Our winter horizons are now pink blush red        

I would like to travel to the South Seas and lay naked in your strong arms I would like to share perfumed tea with you and read The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam I would like to walk on a beach during a blush sunset and share a bitter lemon My summer dresses are now in […]

I almost died in my dream As I had become trapped When my one time school friends Stormed the hill that we were defending Most of my comrades Had been killed in the shelling But I had only been lightly injured When my school friends arrived They began bayoneting the injured I was preparing for […]

What is reality Is there a reality Or is it all a dream I have just drifted Though a day Full of spirits I have yet To find a reality       No artist tolerates reality (Nietzsche)