Ultravox Netherworld

Watching master television w/lingering allurement triggers a hungry static that brings a steady growth to the Sunda moss and the thick, rubbery channels networking my brain.

An electric charge bridging mirrors and defining my realities ~

And I sink in.

Sink deep within myself to the maddening majesties of the hypnotic snow and the constant background noise.

The voice.

The noise so unapologetically cracking; capturing the bits of psyche left-over from the echoes of my waking dreams.

And I sink deep. Deeper than my hidden sins and she says . . .

Welcome my friend,

Teevee retreat for king, yes

Tv retreat my friend

Tv re-treat you stay.

And I thought about her sweet madness intoxicating the hollows of my bones. One last time I thought about her calming solitude and this netherworld which I guess I’ll have to call home.

My home.

1994
Victor Millan 

Dead in Pearls

The solemn griffin. The baroness dead in pearls.

The witch w/the hands that shape the winds.

It’s all the same.

Poetry macabre in the end.


5.13
Victor Millan

Negative Energy

It’s got me spooked off my heels.

It’s the goose bumps on my cheeks. On my arms.

The blood tingles. The pin pricks jumping under my skin.

The feeling someone’s there but no one is.

Like right now there’s a tingle on my neck or is it a loose thread off my t-shirt?

A swipe at my sense of center keeps me discomposed.

This empty house. A negative stir. Desperation to kill for.

I stutter when I type or is it the caffeine in my eyes?

On my tongue.

Someone let a bug in the house!

Gotta kill the little devil. 

Maybe not a devil say the neighbors across the stairs but a lonesome imp I agree.

A playful son of a bitch running around in my home laying down a bogus shadow.

(Don’t get angry with me ~ I write what it is.)

This is what I felt when I hit the first key and when this . . . thing was slapping me insane.

Now . . . dissipation. It’s gone . . . and the air feels like it was never there. Again, an empty house but it feels different this time. More at ease. Maybe it was just a running phase.

Great timing too ‘cause my woman just got home.

9.21.05 
Victor Millan