Andy Fogle
Extincting the Drunk

Extincting the Drunk

The world is lagging—drag the record needle slowly
                over
my body: there is so much I have skipped.
                If this
ever reaches you, if this bottle ever
                shatters,

I hope it makes your lamps flicker. That’s what
                happens
on this end. I hope there is a whirlpool in your mind, hope it
                helps you
remember our orange origin. What’s wrong? Never mine. What
                happens

now? A train languishes in the distance, the sounds faint.
                Somewhere
the crickets are shrieking. I run from the clear thought of it,
                hurl this
bottle at your window. The fluid in this sweating glass
                is stirred

with emotion and, like water, takes three forms, can
                become
and un-become with a temperament change, and
                still be
water. What am I waiting for. What kind of man am I. Just
                barely.

46 Pages
$9
isbn 1-882983-76-9