Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am yet to become a celebrity In my cottage by the sea When you read this nonsense Just think of me Adrift and lost in my pomposity

Quite often I take walks without money or means of identification I visit the village of Avon Cliff which is about ten miles distant from my home It is a strange village in many ways as there is a circle of cottages built next to the railway track Quite why these cottages were built so […]

Alice    Whatever you do on your business trips Is of little concern to me For I often betray you in my dreams During our empty hours apart

Marina I have to confess that I have already betrayed you But then you know that I have a weakness for Eurasian girls I am now alone again within in this wretched city And am trying to find you amongst my neon lies

Marina    I am many miles from you my love We do not even share the same hours But I can still feel the tenderness of your skin And taste the perfume of your cunt

Alice    I left you in our central bed With only a sheet to cover your modesty Please do not let it slip away And be aware of the wandering hands of Marina de Lys

There is a Bush Baby on my ceiling It is currently writing Hanoi Divers Which will be accredited to me These creatures are not supposed to write poetry to any standard Which is sad but a well known fact

My watch is melting in my pocket Time has never been so fluid Time present and time past    Are both present in time future    And time future contained in time past    If all time is eternally present    All time is unredeemable    I wish I had written these lines But they […]

I was ordered to attend an execution By my commanding officer The victim was an attractive Jewess Who had murdered an informer I was immediately attracted to her dark beauty And wished that she could live forever But this was not to be as a few minutes later Three bullets ripped into her perfect heart […]

I was executed for my war crimes In the middle alley of six Which disappointed me As I disliked perfect numbers