Dimensional
Wesley Bauer
Poetry
 
Consuming spirits, exploring promiscuity, submitting to the scene thoughts race to “what’s the point?” pressure works to dilute them. identity, wanting a genuine to confide in, forcibly silenced by shallow peers playing gender roles, substituting poor advice for rational thought. convinced, she settles for a temporary companion desperation notices, wanting to explore her façade, nothing more a valueless IDiot with expensive apparel and an unnecessarily popped collar. Former pursuit of the deeper feeling permanently smothered by his alpha urges; belief in a unique exception defeated by the replicable majority. His desire now settles for visual and physical rather than spiritual He approaches his infatuation, initiates small talk and asks questions irrelevant to the ocular assault; if he could probe her with all five senses, he would, waiting for now until inebriation peaks, inhibition drops, and opportunity knocks. Questions spewed faster than her last mudslide hoping to put her best foot forward without stumbling and impress the desperation that found her critical mind all the while questioning his ability to form complete statements and walk upright; just cute enough for the minderaser drowning this better judgment music drowns out stalled conversation putting all relaxed bodies in motion; consciousness notices the desperation getting closer than comfort will allow, but it keeps her upright. heavy eyelids slowly cascade like a theatre curtain, and eventually ascend revealing him invading her beauty. Her critical mind wants her to resist, but overwhelmed senses bring submission. A few more extended beats of invasive exploration and the desperation can subside as temporary satisfaction until the id comes calling, soon enough, with another selfish hunger the two say goodbye, now awkward acquaintances, knowing they’ll meet again inhabiting the same roles. A premeditated assault of dignity, individuality, and self witnessed by the critical mind, drowned by the façade of hedonism.