Big Rig Apocalypse
The Apocalypses’ dream of riding a big rig
through Heather, Missouri are undermined
by the fact that the only license
the Apocalypse has
is a license to kill—
the Apocalypse is a 1980’s
Bruce Willis flick
stuck in a tower
of its own making
only it isn’t Christmas
and the syringe
sticking from its arm
is not B-movie grit
but a grim reality—
a herringbone stuck
in the throat
that the Apocalypse coughs
to dislodge
as it fidgets
with a metal key chain
embossed
wish you were here
~*~
Erik Fuhrer holds an MFA from the University of Notre Dame. His work has recently appeared, or is forthcoming, from The South Broadway Ghost Society, Ghost City Review, Crack the Spine, Maudlin House, and Cleaver.
Featured Image by Jason Dent
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