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