Stuart Miller-Osborne

On my first or maybe second trip to Paris I found myself Drunk in a brothel not far from a nameless Metro station I was spread out on a reclining chair feeling quite ill And was being looked after by the ladies of the night Endless cups of coffee were being tipped down my throat…

Who is your favourite film character Annie Hall What is your favourite month March Why Z It is the month of the magnolia Daffodils We stray What is your favourite flower I have many Your favourite thing about women Their silence Seriously Their beauty Pet hate Faggots and ugly women Biggest fault Aggression Biggest strength…

It was a day as many tedious cold and busy I was travelling to work and looking at my phone When a short video of a Northern Line train Travelling along a coastal line took my fancy It was an impossible recording of a journey As I knew that even if the Northern Heights Extension…

We are on tour and staying in a hotel In Amsterdam or is it Copenhagen I am sleeping with a violinist at present More out of boredom than attraction His small dick is asleep on his thigh It was awake about two hours ago When he fucked me with a tired enthusiasm I actually climaxed…

My sister has a girlfriend Her name is Cinnamon She lives in Tonbridge

I am meeting Semplicita At a bus stop We are going to the cinema She is my first girlfriend

Sisters (four) wearing Soft (felt) hats Are in Carnaby Street This is their first visit to London Elspeth Bonnie Alba and Greer

What language does God use or understand That was a question that bothered me When I was a child Having been brought Up in Northern India I was very aware Of the subtle differences of language I had always said my prayers in English But knew that my Chinese friend did not When I asked…

We are in a motorway service station It is three in the morning We are sharing a coffee Just to keep awake You have purchased a book As a gift for me Modern Nature Derek Jarman I am reading it and watching people I admire his book It makes me happy You are so thoughtful…

I can remember on a wet evening In Hastings Retiring into an obscure cinema I watched a film about trains And fell in love with an android I have not scripted this poem It has a past but no future The thing that I like about androids Is that they lack emotions As they are…