Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Meanwhile

"...a beak-nosed craven twerp..."

Meanwhile

back on the beach,
sand fleas feast
on my flesh

rip tides rip along
synapses of wave crests

a 40-watt bulb sun, behind
muslin curtain of mist--

a brown gull, stubby and
armless--a beak-nosed craven twerp--
stands in gold sand on
paddled-feet.







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