Stuart Miller-Osborne

I only attend the funerals Of people who I did not like I listen to the sad songs Of Saffie Es Simpson As they dilute my unkind thoughts

I live in Saint Murdue Maxime Regrette My father owns a piano shop And my mother is a music teacher My twin sister is named Brigitte Bobo As she has a shock of golden hair I am called Talou after a nearby lake We live opposite the main railway station Which is served only by…

Adele was born in Idaho in 1993 Which was the same year That I killed her much older brother I was released in September 2009 And married Adele the following year We now live in a railroad town in Texas And have named our eldest son Hank After Adele’s late and much missed brother

A brand new airport was built on the marshes Not that far from my small family home It was a foolish enterprise as one of the runways Is already sinking as well as the control tower Both the railway and bus links have yet to open Although the bus stops have remained upright On red…

Yesterday whilst strolling along my local beach I found a pebble with a look of horror on its face What had this simple stone witnessed under the sea I could not even guess as my thoughts were limited This pebble now sits in my study still looking alarmed But I would like to think that…

How do I cancel a train That has completed Its only journey

I have fucked a maximum Of Gentiles and Jews But I do not fuck niggers As they are too rough for me They are like wild animals Sometimes I bleed and suffer pain That is the last thing she wrote Who Bella She kept a diary I was not aware of that She wanted to…

Here is the deal Take it or leave it I will help you clean up My latest story Is about a junkie trying to clean up Will she succeed That is up to you You are not yet on the streets turning tricks What happens if I refuse Then you will die under a train…

I call Stuart Miller (Phillip Le Brock) the greatest living author because I think he is. I do not call him a poet because he has never written a poem; he even dislikes poetry, I think. But everything he has written is a poem in the best as well as in the broadest sense of…

You really look daft Phillip Come again Sitting there writing again On your ornate wooden chair I am in my apartment with two whores They are working girls I have paid them both Am I your whore Only when you want to be We have always been fuck friends Why are you not wearing any…