genre bender

oh genre bender —
cover me in hot wax,
place me in your blender;
make my hidden tracks react,
like a bootlegged sinner
screaming out from
Marshall stacks,
“this isn’t for beginners.”

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

Oh genre bender —
place me on your platter,
trace my grooves,
rearrange my atomic matter;
turn my RPMs loose,
until you scratch my back half,
forcing my surrender;
a crackle pop whisper
sings out “return to sender.”

Oh genre bender —
once play is exhausted
raise my needle needlessly;
a hard test press
inside your slit sleeve;
sliding back between
all your other needs,
will miss your
belt drive blender;
but I still reverberate
your splendor,
a long play to remember.