good beer is great

i'm sitting here, halfdressed and tossed like the salad from a copycat-restaurant. sidedish to life, looking onto the main attractions from a different pov.
good beer, great bear.
flip me over, look for bugs,
they're making love in the abyss of silence

down-jackets and hairy toncils, fried up fat from the freezer outside,
roadkill, road kills, flip the asphalt, all is exiting

from the ways of strangely common pace,
footprints on the wall and patterns that glow

it all began so well, now i'm back again

noisy hands and restless hair,
a spine that crumbles and a tounge that's possessed

no longer able to concentrate, i'm shifting shapes and
thinking about destractions

still on the news, still on the scale
my life is easy but it sure tastes like hell

we're free to run and grab the nest, free to pay the price in calories
instead we sit on them, conservation is our biggest business.
    lesson learned.

bakingsoda and the many faces of mood,
it's all a matter of bringing frogs to the boil

all is that matter, it does not matter, the matter matters, but not anymore, the matter has no matter no more.

change for bigger bills -
bill has so many faces.

 give in to gravity,
the nature of falling feels appropriate.