Stuart Miller-Osborne

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.

I visited the grave of Free Speech today He was a much loved friend Who will be sadly missed His grave was covered in flowers Red White and Blue

la rage de l’innocence

If this reply is short I apologise Mummy has already spoken to me Your news has made me very happy I showed Josie your mail And she said that she always knew That your demons would leave you In Berlin at present returning on Saturday I am in town on Tuesday shall we meet at…