Blend & Send

Put it in a blender, mark it for the sender

Jumbled, mashed-up, and afraid

Do not have to be the same

Every vein, every stain

Send away all the pain

 

Put it in a blender, mark it for the sender

Here I am, there you are

No C-O-D, it’s already been charged

Every cent accounted for

Interest climbed, how it soared

Plummet to the ground floor

 

Put it in a blender, mark it for the sender

Will it be signed for

Will it be a slammed door

Every package, every post

Rips and tears at the host

Open up, put it in

Open up, take it in

Put down every letter

Read every word

 

Put it in a blender, mark it for the sender

Will the load be lightened

Will the string be tightened

Do not know, cannot see

Hope no package is comin’ for me

 

Put it in a blender, marked it for the sender

Return mail, no such address

Does receiver exist

 

Put it in a blender, marked it for the sender

Taped down tight, it weighs on me

Sit on a stoop and wait for company

 

Put it in a blender

Put it in a blender

Put it in a blender

Pour it down the sink


5 thoughts on “Blend & Send

    1. Oh, the loudness of my laugh at that comment. Me, reading aloud somewhere. So very funny to me. One day, maybe? A long way from here? Always happy to listen though.

  1. It’s funny that Vance would say that. Before I even read his comment (and it’s the first time this happened reading your poetry) I visualized you reading it in front of people. Most likely because you repeated a stanza a few times. It took me back to a scene in a movie I watched a while back. Let’s pack our pipes and head to Vance’s joint — no pun intended. 😈

    Superb writing as always. ❤

    1. I will admit that this one came out loud. It’s still hard to imagine actually doing such a thing. Do you remember the movie? You have me curious.

      I’d love to meet you all, pipes in hand. 🙂

      1. Well, the most recent movie was The Baxter. But I’m sure you’ve seen the beatniks in earlier movies where they gather at these theater/clubs to read their own poetry. But instead of clapping, they snapped their fingers. 😀

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