Ipswich I.P.A "American Ale"

On first sip I think of Masconomet, the Agawam tribe, and Algonquin as a language. Does this brew have colonial intentions, perhaps, even imperialistic underpinnings? What of  pioneers, farmers, billows of sea stained clipper sails? What of the brew itself? Rhetorical questions that the beer itself has no interest in.

Cap removed with the rusty figurine of a sea siren, mermaid, Li Ban impersonator.

This ale falls with interest toward Plum Island
   seeks refuge within the belly of one formerly disinterested clam
thumb length head of flesh yellowing to a wallpaper cream wall
     {superb side glass beer art}

                       In glass, in clam belly, the color is Taunton River sweltering - kicked up silt
                       stallion flank brown, approaching finish line

            Clams don't smell so well (scent receptor wise, this clam smells fine)

Clam bivalves sputter, rejuvenated: certain unfiltered  unpasteurized fragment through gills, settles faintly with chlorine on mucus membrane
     hops contribute their droop    a cloak spreads side to side
malts toasted settle in  - soft belches of hollow French courtyards in early spring
      "spittle recognizant refreshes"

notes of seldom kissed father, even or less than zero for mother follow suite, wet caravan, bitter leaves.

this I.P.A is content with itself. It redeems and dispels. The water forgoes itself and includes the hops for seeing some past within a malty future.

fruit in a pasture
fruit and chipped teeth
sugar in a cup of green fur

For an I.P.A THIS CLAM GIVES 5 SATISFIED SINNERS OUT OF TEN WHIPPED BY FORAS