Stuart Miller-Osborne

2dolist Coffee U need a fucking coffee I am wearing nothing Under this dress I feel so free I want 2 make Joe happy San Siro later He loves football As much as he loves poetry It was fathers day yesterday we both signed a card And posted it It will, never arrive as it […]

Thank you for my lovely dress It was waiting for me at the hotel Thin white cotton with splashes of colour You know the styles that celebrate me Milan was hot and quite quite beautiful After walking its endless white streets I thought Joe was going to watch football But he chose a cool cinema […]

FUCK HATE Who is hate She is the pretty French girl Who works In the Red Cafe I don’t randomly fuck anymore But if she wants A cerebral relationship Then I am her girl Joe & Josie

Joe Thank you for your mail I too have my doubts About the authenticity of this claim There is no evidence That the Boy Poet Was ever in Genoa But who am I to guess Travel safely my friend I have written in a summer dress For Josephine when she arrives in Milan As I […]

Without sea walls the land would flood Fires would be extinguished Winter warriors would destroy All that is good and without hate This is what God has asked me to do To construct strong walls and build bridges So that all might be safe from the hordes Stuart This poem can be seen at the […]

20:44 The square in filling up I look very beautiful this evening Neither Joe or I drink Otherwise I would be on the floor Everybody is my friend My Italian Football Shirt Blue 22:56 I am walking hand in hand with Joe The game ended a few minutes ago Italy were victorious by two goals […]

Darling Cora I know that Joe has chatted to you Be assured that I am getting better We are in Genoa at present Milan tomorrow I drowned in my own happiness Which was rather odd I write the following each evening in my diary And give it Joe to lock away A feeling of nothingness […]

I once dated a chap from Iceland Who told me that the arctic wastes Reminded him that God exists One is faced with a wilderness Yet it is full of love Josephine x

i am sitting in the foyer of the theatre apart from the front of house it is deathly quiet a gaggle of kids learning their craft break the silence they are giggling and energetic full of hope for the future but the future fades as it did for me i was one of those kids […]

I am sitting naled In his narrow armchaie I am watching the trains pass Three coffes struggle fpr space At my feet warmth arnona pleezes me I can small gis habd on my cunt Although he has gone to work My bush feels sticky matter hair I needed a bath an hour ago The only […]