Saturday, August 17, 2013

River India

The night knows all of our indiscreet sins.
It watched us while we danced naked and spinning drunk in the honeycombs of the moonlight’s sweet pride.

I see you through my dual mm. eye.
You cannot hide.

I know your exhausting sins and I crave your appetite for lust.
Break the silence with your screams of delight.
Cover your nakedness with mine.

I am everywhere.

Victor Millan

Friday, August 2, 2013

Août ‘99

Not too often, but sometimes I reach the lower heights of melancholia
hoping to linger just long enough to catch a buzz ennui.

And then I plunge back down to hell and I try to make the best of it.
And I exist.

But for the most part
I live to suffer.

Aug. '99
Victor Millan