Prockstem: Recent Episodes
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