Die hard hipsters
Wildly clinging to images of 
Adolescence
Regaling epic fables
Lost inside weed infested minds
Grazing shoulders with the
Super cool young things
Franticly plunging ahead 
Towards perceived sophistication
Bearded dudes 
Heads cocked at a jaunty angle
Whiskey in hand, lust in their eyes 
Confrontation 
Just one sip away
Painted princesses
With vodka smeared lipstick and beguiling costumes
Stealing glances in the direction
Of anticipated adulation
Dreamy trumpets from bygone days
Colliding with breakbeats
Deliciously intoxicating
Shimmering 
Across dance floors
Bodies blending
Contorting in need 
Cheeks flushed 
From a desire to complete
Glorious in their absurdity 
Pretension festers 
Brilliance diminished
Hidden within conformity 
And a compulsion to submit
It's Friday Night
The pressure is on 
To 'be seen'
Where intention is necessary
But the encounter 
Is 
Everything