genre bender

oh genre bender —
cover me in hot wax,
place me in your blender;
make my hidden tracks react
like a bootlegged sinner.

oh genre bender —
turn your tables on me,
drape your toned arm
across my tender tonality;
press play on me,
let your muses render
a new kiss cut tapestry.

Oh genre bender —
place me on your platter,
trace my grooves
and spin me relentlessly;
scratch my back half,
forcing my surrender
so no one plays after me.

Oh genre bender —
once play is exhausted
raise my needle needlessly;
a hard test press
inside your slit sleeve;
I feel your splendor,
my tremolo reverberates endlessly.

Oh genre bender —
you’re pitch perfect for me;
your belt-drive blender
makes return to sender
no longer a possibility.