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

The Drink

"...in the breast pocket of an imitation leather jacket forgotten..."

Amidst torn-off butts in the breast pocket of an imitation leather jacket forgotten, to my surprise I withdraw along with a crumpled raffle ticket a plastic army man the color of covetousness poised for sharpshooting which evokes shed blood over grass jungle both of which I acquired, purchased at some personal cost from a den of seasoned grunts similarly discharged dishonorably.

tin frog
only one hereabouts
surface unbroken








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