Dissolution Years

Alexander Desmoulins

Feeling sorry from hazy fatigue, insides persuades his house in Scotland

Alexanders spare rows, drink and gestures his prior to randomness.

Glasgow aboriginal, he wreaks from the kerosene of defunct

as if the drag of roach soup immerses the eyes into cyclone. His

habit acquired from childhood; satisfaction socket squandered under chaos.

His slipper shuffles on plush carpet stays down

if walked upon enough. It all means nothing it all means never,

maybe surely means nothing to never smile since the day his offspring crashed.

That surely means something. Defeat only is in the conformer.

Senile since he ate, need no too late to coagulate, food on a paper plate

at eight. Scraping knuckles of Jesus with locking fingers, now sixty eight.

Flushed spouse enter an alley, in turn alley smoke arriving to the nub

of his life pearl in tea, empty, fruition void in a foamy lifesaver.

Bringing swinging, whiten stain fingering were his ritual ring in

the bottom of the beer vat his mood fuses with cedar.

Pungent dabble in sour yeast soaking in hot water mash

like thirst itching bruxism on a wart hogs whisker.

His days wasted mixing alcohol in the basement - keeping the mind busy.

Think to distress living room or range light.

Pasteurizing raspberries, peaches, and blueberries for body smear

he yanks from his endangered stained hands and filthy test glass

: Loysenian Cherry Kriek. Clumsy enough for seeds of cloudy mold and

stringy flat temperature. Warm squeeze lip anchor, slicing sheets of skin

from his gums like heated Duck tape peeling from its roll. Jalapeno wax

burns the can. Dull protein beans and letters from Germany

strung together in powder, chicken fried perfume layering his belly.

Everybody wants their utter stroked, no matter how ridiculous.

Dmitry Golitsyn

The dame German slithered vintage accents off her lips

words have purl of knowledge and parlance, manipulative claptrap.

Seclusion, like crude oil on a hot frying pan beading lumps into fat.

Conversation is spanked out only with herself and

lonely scabs with stitch holes across the skin of

her heart. Domineering resentment elders enmity to her skeleton

Peasant lush, defying adage translation, nerve down conspiracy.

She has expressed his malaise indulgence so he bagged her in the plunge with

a sock of pennies. Silent withdraw, slowly endured her vizard.

Her shoulders harbored crowds of tension knots

from the punch of ( is that of which she could no longer tolerate ).

Now: Winters new clear, miss syllogistic doom, from his once path

to reason. Palms dried of blood and sundered gashes

: pass the boils, praise the paste.

Rust spokes and clog wheels, she rests her frail, throbbing elbows

on arm pads of her bulky wheelchair. Worn splint ruts

gouged grooves into the rotting wood floor of her home and a thin dress,

regime routine crossed sick, cool and hammer. From broth, froth and

kitchen moth. Sticking like a wet gallon jug of Borden milk inside a supermarket

plastic bag., white skin clamors flour and grain.

She remembers the rejection, the sickness, split second recoil. Her animosity bricks

rubble while gruffness of a gas heater chatters aggravation, resembling

peanut butter on the roof of the mouth of a dog.

She pauper matched to a hypodermic syringe gauging the spinal cord.

Dilapidation