Stuart Miller-Osborne

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 […]

Joy what are you reading Alice of the Cities At night the pier lights look like the last honest thing in the world I do not remember writing that These are not your words They were written by Murakami Who once visited this pier It is the last remaining Pier In our county There are […]

1 A fast piano is playing in a bar Clouds have fractured high above me The street is busy but not unveiled It has now realised its full potential 2 Contemporary musicians Are trying to contact me As you might gather I have arrived in New York