Friday, 6/4/10 - Soundtracked

Bird song,
Blasted,
Blared at,
Blown away.

Musical mayhem,
Muddying logic,
Replacing reason.

Don't think,
Just sing,
And buy.

Yes, buy!

Tone and tempo,
Rhythm and beat,
Spilling,
From storefronts,
To sidewalks,
And into the streets.

Cacaphonous cafes,
A din of diners,
Amid,
Incessant,
Insidious,
Instrumentation.

All thought,
Pushed aside,
On a musical tide,
But who needs to think?
One just needs to buy.

Yes, buy!

No quiet space,
To contemplate,
To ruminate,
Cogitate,
Meditate,
Deliberate,
Or find one's way.

The thrumming of drums,
The thringing of strings,
Each lyrical line memorized,
And sung,
Or lip-synched.

What happened to the sound,
Of leaves in the breeze?
It's been replaced,
By speakers in trees,
iPods,
Cell phones,
And wall-sized TVs.

Idle Americans,
Idolizing,
American Idols,
For just as long,
As a popular song.