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