Stuart Miller-Osborne

Tell me the truth Tell me about God Do you speak English Do you love me or not Do you love God

dis-moi la vérité parle-moi de Dieu parles-tu anglais est-ce que tu m’aimes ou pas Aimes-tu Dieu

What do you really want to write Jack The truth Janice I want to write about what is true Most of your poems are about God Or set in dreams They are set in crowded deserts Or on deserted highways

It was a day so bright That God was visible Amongst the clouds Above the beach

Please look at me With your bright blue eyes My small girlfriend From the land of ice

My father is the captain of a merchant ship My mother is from Nepal My stepbrother and I live in Lisbon We often collect Frigate Birds in golden cages And release them before dawn

Scattered broken glass Over the warehouse floor Knowing that my rehearsal Was within the hour

The storm passed over Norfolk County During the early hours Neither of us slept As our motel room floated away

The palm trees were reflected In the red pool Gillian was swimming It was her idea of climbing This was my nakedate

My youngest sister is a visionary It is printed on the door of her office My eldest sister is a surrealist She has given the wooden door Of her office to a passing green tiger I am a filmmaker who doubles as a ghost