:Pull out thy copper cup Neptune:
another moon to sing with uncle Herbie Hancock {he now illuminates christmas tunes in San Diego dive bars}
another pint to pour fresh current to ruminate alternate
of salt circle I shuck aluminum with left hand to give gold some wound
brackish this foam settles reminiscent of upper Sauguatucket in early April
blood sweat & wounded bird
a brew of corner stores if corner stores sold black IPA's
to periwinkles on long commute
a pit stop of Irish Moss to bivalve &
what Poseidon would shake the steps of Atlantis
as if haunted this brew circumvents (circumnavigates?)
oysters brine turned labor make stout make IPA make Maine oyster pin prick aft side
Despoine tilts her neck towards Athena
cheers & offers beers
with spear Athena declines turns saunters west serpentine
Despoine tilts long gone to the seven seas father's copper mug south to north and back again
{stout oyster hop}
HOP OYSteR stOUT
an alphabet of 8% from the fingertips of Nova Scotia
this water has an underbelly
KPW in a dress of ocean water rolls ill from coast to coast
dances in two to three steps hurricane beer monsoon
scents of this brew brings out the best in you
hints of raised palm mudra
or two moose looking interstate and turning lake
lungs dipped in chocolate malts
standard deviation two black chord in Dm
weather in gin chestnuts or uncle portside bailing us out with Finch beaks
