Rye 95

boot heels and leather secondary fermented in rye - tires fashioned from typewriter ink which subsequently relinquish to sugar candie yeasties.
forward malts of  Gold as the poet Ginsberg is to Cassady in many a hotel flats,  inebriated monks posterior  bone & flesh polished faux leather which doesn't pretense itself leather but as uncles say
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              I resemble that remark

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Rye from OE ryge ; Old Norse rugr ; from the grass Secale cereale    

seco "I cut"

as animal fodder blessed for god & goddess cut in fumbled wires of candied hallucinogens

my first impression is of the flame moth wasping circle 8's infinite towards some 120 watt porch light late July near Moonstone Beach sans 3am post therapeutic restraint 

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this leads into flat sugar inflammations of both side sections of taste receptors

dulls into which 3 pints of this secretes from beverage to clamor to calmness quickly

something of monkey mind with Garuda eye

my mother used to slice pears and lay the bodies luminescent as abby ink in vodka

this sugar settles in each hour & waits with me 

still young with this memory I will relinquish another sip

each one deeper manic . calls of Jung (no Freudian slips here)

this beer is animus/anima clear color

roggen - moonface - yellow barbarian

then two hands

or how Dave knows 

but still writes ICE and dates encompassing po-po jurisdiction

asks of how many pints last night 

through Santa's younger German 2nd cousin removed silver streaked white beard

show don't tell

{this brew whispers

          tripel the echo with slips of choir in upraised vocal tones - slow down

      if the brew were to become a crux it would sound like Elvis before percocets