Frankie Renae

Rookie (Aug 30,1988 / Nebraska)

Techno Mess - Poem by Frankie Renae

It feels so good to want nothing more than to sit and write of you
Writing and I've been strangers for so long
And for everything I am, you are so wrong
All that, and in spite of you, you're the one walking on my mind
In your chick jeans that fall too low, with a stud belt, skate shoes on punk row
Doing tricks on your bike in your billed beanie, my show

I think of the apartment I just left
Mattress on the floor, an empty fridge and your cigarette
But it's your smile and that glow in your eyes
Your way of being such a nice guy
Laws, ages, opinions,2.8 years fade so fast
And the words in your angry man music are starting to last

Cauz I'm addicted to your 'thusiastic, unmadoplastic craziness
Your rockhardraptechno mess
That smile that's got hazelnut candles burning paperclips
I just want to hold your hand, kiss those lips
Sit and watch you for a while
And feel the arms of the guy I met on a playground wrapped all around
All around in your smile

I just know 3 hours will find you in my morning dreams
Wishing I was still watching that gross movie I'd naturally steer
Sitting on your couch and maybe the 6 inches between us will disappear

I'd like to sit on your beat-in couch all day
I'll throw myself oay, immerse in you for some time
Step into that other world and I'll be fine
Let it go unserious, we'll set G.I.Joe's on this town
Sit and turn these things upside-down
Rest my mind on you and play sick video games on your floor
Break your jake down the firescape door
Watch the stars from your roof and chain write on iron stairs
Into your eyes, into your eyes, into your eyes, I'll stare
in to their sea blue


But you, you just have to smile your say
Even when I'm tryin' to write the other way
In my mind like jitters, my life like better
It's so hard not to want you and what you letter
I could smile and cry, soak in your aura
Everything you stand for, 'uh'

You see people like inner reflections
And I see you like a taste of perfection
With just enough flaws to turn me on
Just enough myst'ry to get me gone
And that's so where I wanna be
Oh, leave my brain, get in my car, who you are is my tai chi


You reek like smoke; you can be such a jerk
But that's why your smile is such a quirk
So, tall skinny man, tell me a story, teach me something new
And I'll just spend a few months hearing you
Breaking my stereotypes; being everything I'm not
Being all the hype and a man I can lean on
In this techno mess

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2008

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