Medium: Poem 3

A found poem, made of lines and words from some of Medium’s favorite posts from the past week.

Cable TV, the internet:
this was the sanctuary to which I fled.
A kind of test lab for
the comparison instinct.

A cool new tool,
manmade
by
“the man,”

allowing us to see ourselves and others
for the full recommended minute.

We must have that
brain
filled with
solitude and near-constant anxiety.

Why does
the flurry of posts and articles
make us feel so
witty?

Only
her
unhappiness
gave me any real pleasure.

Few of us are aware of
the people in charge of our fates.

It’s doubtful, at the very least, that
such an emotional attachment
can help
human complexity.

Sources:

Dear Guy Who Just Made My Burrito by Lucky Shirt
What Miley Cyrus Teaches Us About Being Human by Cyra Perry Dougherty
How the Color Red Changes Our Brains by Maura Kelly
My Life in Hamburgers by Josh Ozersky

Also:

About Found Poetry from the Found Poetry Review
It’s Not Plagiarism. In the Digital Age, It’s ‘Repurposing.’ by Kenneth Goldsmith