Stuart Miller-Osborne

Occasionally I pass through the station Where Butterfield’s used to have a bookstall Whilst still standing its function has now radically changed It is no longer a retail unit situated on platform three But a place where redundant equipment is often stored Deep in history and thousands of trains into my past I met a […]

What are you doing Tess and why are you naked I am dancing with the Pseudoscorpions What I am dancing with the Pseudoscorpions Why are you naked as it is freezing outside Because I will soon take a bath What is it with these scorpions Pseudoscorpions There is a difference Yes pseudoscorpions eat bed bugs […]

I arrived at the ice-club at 16:00 Wearing an orange sweater and faded jeans My name is Petra And I work In the confectionery kiosk On the second floor

Demise is recovering on her bed She is totally naked With her back facing me I have taken twenty-nine photographs Of her bare back Photomontage x 29

About a month before the audition I took LSD which fucked me up At a party in West London I jumped out of a first floor window And broke my ankle believing that I could fly I explained that I had received the injury Whilst playing football in Portugal My audition was successful And I […]

I no longer know if I wish to drown myself In Love Vodka or the Sea Who said that Joe Kafka What would be your choice Well I do not drink And hate vodka We are currently at sea So I could drown myself But I would rather drown Between both of you On our […]

I no longer know if I wish to drown myself In Love Vodka or the Sea Who said that Joe Kafka What would be your choice Well I do not drink And hate vodka We are currently at sea So I could drown myself But I would rather drown Between both of you On the […]

I woke up this morning With a slight hangover After a very busy night Celebrating the publication Of my seventh book Lade is asleep next to me She cannot hold her drink And will not see the morning In the Paris sky there is a balloon Being flown carefully by The Montgolfier brothers It is […]

She cares so much for other people And is often exploited I frequently tell Sophie To be more selfish As there are those Modest in clothes and manner Who affectionately call her Venus of the Cloud-Ships

I am very confused as only yards From here somebody lies dead I was responsible for his death As I hit him with a broken cross Long story short I was taking a piss behind a grave When a man far taller than me Put his hand on my dick This made me jump and […]