Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Barbapapa: Russian Imperial Stout brewed by Pretty Things 12%

there is beer  / there is good beer    /   and there is Pretty Things

HUP-HUP-HUP

into the copper cup
    malted milk ball cuff clouds
an alright gold chrome mud slinging slang

this beer hits tongue as if a chocolate tree thigh
was spear pierced   steady lips between two points after solstice
reduced light source created a heady armpit
follicle of a brew negates sunlight with heady malt
and coalesces toffee in poundcakes

I wonder what my grandfather and his father would think of this 12% giant
 after an afternoon of cracked bats, 9 innings without fluoride teeth
& regurgitated sump pump three steps towards the html door

he would not say anything
and the little we said would be proof this beer lambasted

the moon laughs at the cup
        my stomach shakes as if coals are chrome in my stomach
     makes my great great grandmother gather yeast in sight unmoved
a call of etymology to recreate
          not just drink
but to create hieroglyphics & jive without snake eyes



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