Stuart Miller-Osborne

From my sick bed Above the sea I can see the triple stars This brings me A great deal of comfort

A Beautiful River Flowing past me Under the Baby Blue Sky     Written by *** aged eight    

On Saturday I released 15 balloons To celebrate the publication of my book about The Strasbourg Dancers One of these balloons Was later found by Frau Troffea Who started dancing In her beautiful apartment In the 6th Arrondissement      

On Tuesday I released 17 balloons To celebrate the publication of my book about The Strasbourg Dancers One of these balloons Was later found by a child from Strasbourg Who started dancing In the Street of the Schools  

Without sounding obvious the average Joe on the street lives under an invisible ceiling  He or she is not aware of its existence as they cannot see or touch it. But they can feel it    Why do you say that Alice?   They can feel it because when lets say a mathematical problem becomes…

Even though I hardly disturb the shadows You know of me through the magic of my words     I am Divine

My drapes are still closed although the party ended many days ago The clothes that I wear reek of piss and sweat after my nights of excess My sad captains have returned to their sharp senses And have left me here in this room as I have abandoned mine I live from one fuck dream…

I had felt sick that morning and found myself in an unpleasant loo in a shopping mall where I shit freely and without reason As I looked at the door I saw evidence of recent homosexual activity which sickened me even more After an age I reached forward to the paper dispenser and found it to…

The philosopher Democritus once said   Of truth we know nothing   For truth is in a well   But that is about to change as I saw truth   Emerge naked from her well   With a sharp whip in her hand   Liars and actors take heed of my timely warning   For…

Last month the Royal Family visited my small town As I was unimportant I did not meet them And spent the day in my perfumed bath When the splendour had subsided I visited the beach How fragrant I was I picked up a pebble And awoke it from its slumbers It began to speak to…