[Zombie]

NEXT CHAPTER OF SWEDEN:


Bring the pain, I whispered. with the faintest grin
& in the chair, with blisters, I stared at this sadist with
eyes, with nails in them. constricted. i’m patient “X”
in a basement that’s fairly dim. upstairs, the filet of limbs
six rapists from Sinclair. been there, done that. You okay with this?
state of affairs was grim. but that I could convey to them?
that this pain that swells is, nothing short of, well, a call for help
if the pots my mental health, the cauldron they put my kettle in as black as hell
going AWOL with box cutters. trademark snip of Glasglow
my lip expands, slow. lemon drips; to add to thee extent the gash coves
golden trim. sounds closed. handcuffed to an open vented black stove
a blatant blip. exact blows, to my face, and hip, and back bones
the human brains heightened max can only contain 300 dels of pain
at the rate attained, it could melt the diamond latch at heavens gates
mind extraction. iron maiden. mind-jolting vagabond
eyes swollen. pounds of blood. time to consult cattle prod
more they waterboard, a small corner of my accord is growing energetic
glows in pink/magenta overflow with the aura of fixed adrena
there ain’t a clover big enough, throughout the course of interjection
a leviathan designed of swords, and remorseful life’s a giant sore
the whip & chains is scintillating. vindication. I like it more.
i sense distraught discrepancy, a vengeful gods dissected me,
demented block. the mezzanine. the lisp’s I got; from mescaline
molested, rotten. ethylene. penchant for a pencil plot
and for every shot affecting me = a mental wash that sets it free
and it’s getting hot. (figuratively) This electroshock therapy.
inside there commenced a war, where sulfurs disheveled
tuned voltage is leveled. woke up with a new linkage to metal with
an acute blurring, & two circuits, fuse-burned to my temple
pull my hair out my noggin. - a cold heart, hold onto the superstitions
no slaughter or torture victim - has endured this post-modernist crucifixion
broken jaw/open wound with stitches. Each punch has grown soft.
a feeling of dosed wanderlust. peeling my coats’ not enough
got me gargling sawdust……. and what’s awful about it is.. the love.
growing pains are common, but this source of pain is awesome
not a normal, sane, concoction. erase the node for pain. rhodopsin
in this course of stage, it’s awkward : THE MORE I take. I get off it
if mexico’s my body then the blade they cut me with is cinco de mayo
it sinks, as I swallow, the mitten prints of this sixty six combo
accustom to discomfort. the disaster is this system is hollow
wrote the new bellowing chapter in the syndrome of Stockholm
blood to my brain, cut-throat, as it pumps, it’s insane. Voluptuous pace
electric currents mounted through defibrillator mountains
the metal circuits in my brain aren’t pumping the same.
every surge of electrical voltage appraises a energetic convulsion
a mesh of resurgence acclaimed. every sadistic circling face
that i’ve come to love is running away. a synergistic propulsion
the car battery leaks & defects as they detach leads to my chests
I burst into flames.
everyone…is amazed..everyone is ablaze… bust out of the cage, as I cut the restraints

what can I say?

bring the motherfucking pain