An Artist, A Stranger

Drugs and Dreams and Knowing One's Place

Damn I was stoned.

Kiltered like a scoop nug.

I was trying to absorb energy, but like my mind was screaming somewhere else.

Then footsteps.

Better not be cops. Better never be cops.

I just need myself.

A lady. 

Ain’t no cop.

ACAB

It was just a lady. Didn’t even have her phone in her hand.

Thought she might be stoned too.

Too polished to be a junk hound.

Is she a newb?

Too polished to be a newb.

Must be outreach.

No nametag though.