Adagio.
An artschool.
The smell of hasch
fills the air, vanilla incense,
Air. Promises made forever,
youth running away,
nights of panthers and
sewing. Women with buttoneyes
nodding, nodding, nodding by the bedside.
Reading Sylvia Plath "Belljar",
and going to see a movie, piss drunk.
One suicide, some broken hearts.