Cocaine and ChampagneDamian Semwayo I seek a safe refuge within my mental.Free of rental, a haven, nonjudgmental.Blue and red lights illuminate,In the club’s nighttime.A glass of champagne and a snotty nose.Perhaps that will do.Comforting the best and soul to ease.To feel liberated in my being and roam as I please.Condemn me. I am not ashamed.Continue reading “Cocaine and Champagne”
