Three Poems from Brian Rihlmann

MIDDLE FINGERS I watched from across the room as he stabbed the keys with his middle fingers as though every letter and every word was saying “Fuck you!” “Fuck you!” “Fuck you!”   and I thought— “A poet!”   I looked closer— the tailored suit the clean shaven face every hair on his head in…

4 Poems by Brian Rihlmann

NOT A PEEP men who believe manhood is taking it all whatever they throw at you without making a peep— abuse humiliation 90 hour work weeks even war… war against the enemies of soft cunts in suits with clean hands with full bellies and wallets and blood drenched souls men who swallow bitterness like double…

4 From Brian Rihlmann

HOLLYWOOD BABIES we have all suckled at her plastic breasts flowing with narcotic milk sugary sweet on screen even junkies store clerks and people like us gleam with something we don’t see in the mirror but oh the weaning the horror of L.A. streets the tedium of the office job the rusted edge of real…