Prockstem Adam Prockstem Smith

Badass fly

I’m flying, flying

Buzzing all around

Have you heard my buzzy sound?

I fly from one place to another,

For me there is no other like flying

Back and forth, it’s a shame

People regard my existence as a curse.

Adam Prockstem Smith

Atmosphere

There is a taste of tragedy in space

I lost the heaven’s grace

Perhaps not all is lost

Perhaps I just need some air

To reorganize the human dare

Adam Prockstem Smith

Blitz

I play alone

I play hard stone

My heart is pumping between my bones

I am so dry as dry as the desert itself

There is money involved in the mix

I am hard leathered self

Why? Why me?

Every chosen one seeks for an answer

The certainty of things is like a mind’s cancer

I beg you please don’t stop

My mind is full but my body is still sturdy

I am heavy with the thought

But God, oh God

I know there is an end to the misery of self

Once the universe treats me right

I will awaken to be a normal man in-between hordes of sleeping zombies

Adam Prockstem Smith

Clean Cut

Bald, shaved head of mine

All the attachments to beauty are gone

Gone are the thoughts as well

I feel as a newborn baby

Clever, kind, pure

Don’t ask me why?

But in my simplicity, I feel secure

Adam Prockstem Smith

America

San Antonio

San Francisco

Drinking vodka

Dancing disco

San Diego

San Ramones

Looking like Bernardo Jones

Adam Prockstem Smith

All Around

The peace on Earth

And muddy dance

That endless farse

And blistered tense

That mighty light

That one may bring

And all in power of her wink

Adam Prockstem Smith