Stuart Miller-Osborne

Without your beauty This world is nothing Your hands Your eyes Your breasts Your smile Silence the words That no longer exist

The light that is lost In the universe Is never recovered Time is precious

Gravity the mysteries of Gravity I saw a ghost this afternoon In a former grocers shop Which closed in nineteen forty six It walked through a wall As most ghosts tend to do Even though the wooden door Was a Jar

After thirty-six long years Sister Clodagh was released From her tiny cell They had expected To find her mortal remains But found only pink petals Many inches deep

One of the nice things about travelling on trains Is finding the occasional railway pub There used to be many but few now remain Which makes it more exciting to discover A bar where secret lovers once met The Railway Arms on Station Road The Three Guineas on the Cornish Line York Tap York a […]

We walled up Sister Clodagh today As she knew too much Out of Sight Out of Mind No Longer Wanted Left Behind

I am so happy to meet you on this warm sunny day Your wife is a terrific addition to your milieu Is she as dirty as when I knew her in prison I am still a dirty girl with various habits Perhaps you should send me to a convent Where I can be walled up […]

Vote Petra Vote Poll What a Fuck Bitch What a Doll

I used to be an adult actress My name was Petra Poll I made a few movies Which sank without trace Due to the madness of others I am now the first minister Of an insignificant blue country Which borders both red orange and red Many of the important people I meet Used to act […]

Do you remember those innocent summers When everything was white with the world European wars were resting in history books And people walked around smiling at each other The beaches were full of vibrant colour and warmth Did you make tea in sixty three Julie B