Tuesday, May 26, 2020

HAIR OF THE PROVERBIAL. By Brian Rihlmann



I’ve been known
to jerk my sore dick
the morning after a
marathon dopefuck session

and it’s no exaggeration to say
I binge write poetry
like I once guzzled booze

it’s been about a three year bender
and I think I’m hungover

but fuck it—
I’ll go on

think of this
as hair of the dog

a triple shot Bloody Mary
in a Big Gulp cup







Brian Rihlmann was born in NJ, and currently lives in Reno, NV. He writes mostly semi autobiographical, confessional free verse, much of it on the so-called "grittier" side.  Folk poetry...for folks. He has been published in Constellate Magazine, Poppy Road Review, and has an upcoming piece in The American Journal Of Poetry.

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