Stuart Miller-Osborne

Hi Joe Hi Margit Are you still in Germany Yes in sunny Berlin Have you been listening to the news Occasionally The reason that I ask relates to an article in Stern It seems that two g** girls Have been accused of the most gruesome of murders Have you heard of Elizabeth Báthory Yes she […]

You will never guess where I am Catch the next bus to Berlin The Sixty-Nine leaves on the hour This is not a phantasy It is real I need to be put down Bring a pistol Assassinate me Joe is in Heaven

Hi Joe Slumming it again I hear Very much Is Berlin nice It is a phoenix city Mind you it so fucking hot Molly I know what you are going to say The flames Very much I have a question for you Joe Forty-Two My brother who is eight years older than me Has confided […]

I was raised near here And used to watch trains Pass through the station Until recently a mannequin Also watched trains From the balcony Of a lineside house Her name was Carole

I sat in the back of a Red Mercedes Listening to the music of dry tears Two trips around the world That is all I was asking of you Anaïs

Apple Trees in Spring This is what I have written In my rough notebook Erotic Poems of Summer

The very mention of your name Makes me wet I have to shower During summer storms To cleanse my thoughts Erotic Poems of Summer

Joe is angry He is so fucking angry I hate seeing him unhappy Josie

Anyone who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities

I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.