Stuart Miller-Osborne

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

Janet and Margot take holidays together Janet paints Margot sculpts They use each other as life models Between their long walks and church visits Later they swim with Jesus in the hotel pool Before returning to the convent on the hill

What is your favourite poem Joe That is a difficult question Margot If I pressed you what is your favourite poem I would imagine that it will be my next poem As they are all my children none are favoured

Whenever I read his poems I find that I sleep well A different girl wakes up in her pale green room I do not actually have a favourite poem They are all as good as each other Foundations of my Dreams

I was confined to a wheelchair After my road traffic accident Once a day my carer Adele Pops in to wash me in the bath This necessitates her state of undress Which I enjoy a great deal I recently asked her to marry me But she sweetly refused As she had recently become engaged To […]