Smalls: the sacrament

I. Initial veneration

hold on orchard love this brew is prickles and tongue ciders sooth
as sacrilege this brew will remain in its soul bottle
if it is poison then I will die enchanted & full
breath of Stevie Nicks burning hop acolytes

priestess of Brett stumbling

ii. renewal

wet weapon you are salve of beer cider after pepperoni
I wish you all my dull brain cells in combustion
rapid     rapid weather system tart pull

      it's OK      wipe the grease with the coat of many colors
      but do not scold the beer with its fresh glove laid down      recompense

   iii. the burnt bones, the diamond shaped rock


          this is the beer that Dighton created before an english noble woman's name was given to the land of Chippenacutt

      scent of worn spring    felled hair     open mouth   ]

             the place of an innocent man

              how a river tastes in heat


iv. left/right tongue    an absurdist priest sonarizes a sour

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