Curt Walheim came back to the U.S. Three months strolling the hills and streets on the soil of Ol’ Europa, digging the old beat and living large.<\/p>\n
He sent my monkey a message from an old civilalization lazy and sleeping now, but firm within the soil beneath all of our feet.<\/p>\n
BeeBop<\/p>\n
There is no universal peace as you think
\nmust rust across the broad bored
\nwinding road asleep by the speed limit
\nsign. The tried tired mind slinks down
\nthe slope of sleep and seeps into the
\nsleek smooth skinned miss who kissed
\nyou in the mist flying by. Stop at the
\ndrop of a hat, dance and prance, skat
\na lot and do more for the mar – o.
\nAdore what’s in store, for you be not
\nhere tomorrow. Go on to the loom
\nsoon away from some undone finish.
\nNot we worth a smile while the file
\ngrates against ancient moon over Nile?
\nNight of painless luna directionless
\nstyle. Find no mind to pay time to,
\nsire. Free runs the kind sign to deeds
\naspiring to simply inspire the same
\nvein in some worthy find. Gotta
\ngo on, go on, and go on. Be gone soon,
\nson….that’s all there is
\nto it.<\/p>\n
Rome
\n10-20-95<\/p>\n
Bentz<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Curt Walheim came back to the U.S. Three months strolling the hills and streets on the soil of Ol’ Europa, digging the old beat and living large. He sent my monkey a message from an old civilalization lazy and sleeping now, but firm within the soil beneath all of our feet. BeeBop There is no … <\/p>\n