Apocalyptical Stench
Erik Fuhrer and Abby Burns
The apocalypse
uses my face to buy a bottle of peaty scotch as smoky as its skin which is littered with cigarettes still smoking Suck it in the apocalypse is your father double spector mouth in enclosed spaces a carwash with acid Watch its skin how it onions as yellow-white ruins erupt to the surface As the apocalypse drinks our scotch pours from the holes in our body made in Manhattan during gridlock and the neighbor’s dog coats its muzzle with our doom |