Oh Jungian bear of the California Republic!
as only a dream could contend with a 8.10% stout
labeled incorrectly at 5.99
marked down to 3.50
American credit chip slips
no bag needed sir, no bag at all
it is as if the moon has been swallowed
great bear into which no light pierces
gale winds circumvent as brew laces leaves to glass
there are scents in your bungalow grizzly beard
of cracked red peppercorns under Medusa's
deepest sleep, all tall tales, all true
crooked perfume of surf &
chocolate melt SMEARED across
a turn knob television screen
{sip human. sip and be.}
up the leg of this beast I traverse
whole colonies of Burroughites
curl hair around stars for lightposts
sipping on darkness
when i reach the hammock of this manifestations beard there is one pair of cocoa leaves, two polar bear socks, a 'beater, and three bombers of Bear Republic's Big Bear Black Stout, & a pint glass
sip & sip & sip
the taste is fur and full all (only you can prevent forest fires that wasn't prevented)malts
redwood honey cooked long in midst of song
{O great Jungian beer, from what yeast do you cull this sweet liqueur}
Burroughites below raspy laugh
great beer, in all its goodness telepathically roots an image of a large horseshoe
an arrow flying upwards into what was once the moon
I laugh as have all who have consumed this liquid obsidian
& curl into the gray strands content for constellation conversations
as only a dream could contend with a 8.10% stout
labeled incorrectly at 5.99
marked down to 3.50
American credit chip slips
no bag needed sir, no bag at all
it is as if the moon has been swallowed
great bear into which no light pierces
gale winds circumvent as brew laces leaves to glass
there are scents in your bungalow grizzly beard
of cracked red peppercorns under Medusa's
deepest sleep, all tall tales, all true
crooked perfume of surf &
chocolate melt SMEARED across
a turn knob television screen
{sip human. sip and be.}
up the leg of this beast I traverse
whole colonies of Burroughites
curl hair around stars for lightposts
sipping on darkness
when i reach the hammock of this manifestations beard there is one pair of cocoa leaves, two polar bear socks, a 'beater, and three bombers of Bear Republic's Big Bear Black Stout, & a pint glass
sip & sip & sip
the taste is fur and full all (only you can prevent forest fires that wasn't prevented)malts
redwood honey cooked long in midst of song
{O great Jungian beer, from what yeast do you cull this sweet liqueur}
Burroughites below raspy laugh
great beer, in all its goodness telepathically roots an image of a large horseshoe
an arrow flying upwards into what was once the moon
I laugh as have all who have consumed this liquid obsidian
& curl into the gray strands content for constellation conversations
I have seen this bear of a beast, long ago on the Trail of Many Beers.....like all of the great Mother's creatures he can be a fearsome foe or playmate and confidant in the mystical art of the brewer......
ReplyDeleteI have seen this bear of a beast, long ago on the Trail of Many Beers.....like all of the great Mother's creatures he can be a fearsome foe or playmate and confidant in the mystical art of the brewer......
ReplyDeleteI have seen this bear of a beast, long ago on the Trail of Many Beers.....like all of the great Mother's creatures he can be a fearsome foe or playmate and confidant in the mystical art of the brewer......
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