the death of the Muses


i truly hate being
in typical retail stores
or restaurants
due to the background
music

it's like
having words and thoughts
thrust upon me

you know how
they say that memories and emotions
can be evoked by
smell

well,
i seem to have a mind
that is
readily influenced in the same way by
music

most any song
stirs reminiscences
good, bad, or otherwise

but they aren't subtle
commercial
subliminal cues to buy
their wares

these tunes often scream out
to my soul
stir my innermost thoughts
derail my train

so
what do people
like me
do?

the consumer environment is like
random thought control
scrambling
my brain

i always leave
these places
scattered, blended,
confused

it's just unguided
brain
washing
inflicted upon
me

there is no DJ
no respect
no one in the store even
knows the names
of the songs

it's a thoughtless insult
a thoughtless intrusion
inflicted
by incorporeal morons
who just don't get it

there seems to be
no place to escape
any more
any place

it's my private musical nightmare

and i feel
very
alone

©2005 by Bill Grundmann


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