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 the word<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are so far up your own arse Phil <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You have used somebody else’s introduction as your own <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And your cunt stinks<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Have a shower <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fuck you <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I would not touch you as you are no longer pure <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It is your corruption <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your nigger cock is diseased <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am not a nigger <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then why pass yourself off as a nigger <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are deluded June <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Come off of the shit <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It is expensive and will kill you <\/p>\n\n\n\n
What do you care <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I do care <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like fuck you do <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Do you remember when you were clean <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had hopes for you <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I really had hopes for you <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But you were not that strong <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But it was nice while it lasted <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We were walking by the Seine <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Casually selecting books <\/p>\n\n\n\n
From the used book sellers <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Les Bouquinistes of Paris<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Opposite the great cathedral <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a scalding day <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You were wearing a white frilly dress <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Which was generously opaque <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were hints of your mystery <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You met Bella during our day <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And we came back to this very apartment <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You had always fancied Bella <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And asked me if I had ever fucked her <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We both undressed and lay on this now rancid bed <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Two sweaty cunts awaiting your nigger cock <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what did you do <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You wrote a fucking short story <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As Bella and I fucked each other <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only pausing to masturbate over us <\/p>\n\n\n\n
When you could not control yourself further <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I never finished the short story which is sad <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here it is yellowing in a box <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Did you ever give it a title<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not that I can remember <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pass the box to me <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You fucking liar <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is one of the short stories <\/p>\n\n\n\n
With that false introduction <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are wafer thin <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I might be a stinking junkie <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But you are nothing at all <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wish I could call you a failed writer <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But you are not a failed writer or a poet <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are on top of your craft <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But as a person you are a just a cunt <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And you had the cheek to call our story <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Les Bouquinistes of Paris<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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