Hamm

dreamed 2008/9/26 by Wayan.

A friend drags me off to a talk on beers. "In the Land of Sky-Blue Waters, years ago, a laid-off man named Hamm brewed on at home. As he began to starve, he made his breakthrough, his Wunderbeer! From bitter brew, he rose to golden foam--a meister who fizzed up from dreg to head. But then a buccaneer banker stole Hamm's brewery--hijacked control, kicked Hamm out on the street." (So? Aren't both long dead?) "But I was lucky enough to meet poor Hamm: the snowy Lakes he fled, to beg now in my own neighborhood. Saved by our East Bay weather good!

"Hamm begs on my (next slide please) street. Under this (focus) bridge the Founder sleeps. From this (click, advance) red steel dumpster pulls his stale-bread meal." How dare he bare the lurker's lair? We could track poor Hamm to help-- or harm! Obscurity's his only shield on the curbs of Emeryville. Our speaker means well, but enlisting us may just endanger his homeless cause: Hamm, sandwiched (po' boy!) in need. Publicity's risky as banker's greed. So think before you cry "O woe!" Predators circle, drawn by flame. And some rare souls to lack and fame are wed. Remember Poe.