The air is still

it's five o'clock

wet streamers from red walls

the rocks are thick

with dampened ashes

as the morning falls



a plastered laugh

shrieks echoing

cross-faded with a tortured snore

concluding groans of desperate sex

from every bolted door



one more glass of luke-warm wine

and one more fancy cigarette

she wraps a sheet

around her waist

this evening is not finished yet



everyone on valentine's got drunk enough to kiss her

tonight she will be satisfied with something if it kills her



she executes through broken glass of vomit touching dance

through slips of papers, names and numbers scrawled in drunken hands

sliding down the sticky stairwell lucky cinderella's hair

and somebody should notice her

some passed out prince beneath the chair

everyone on valentine's got drunk enough to kiss her

tonight she will be satisfied with something if it kills her



nothing's left except the stench

and bottles in the bar

she hangs the streamers

up again

turns on the disco ball

and sitting there

the day before

with all the patience in the world

she swears she won't

get up until

she feels like she's a real live college girl