Technotyranny
by David Radavich
They want to monetize
our desires. Manage
our thoughts and wishes,
what we see and do,
follow where we go,
lead out to the octopus
of their control.
The web is closing in
so we can’t escape.
Even love is monitored.
I don’t see you anymore.
I see your website,
your Instagram,
all I can touch
is myself
and this screen
to move my skin
into the world of image.
My hand plays with
the mouse, a desperate
illusion of wild pursuit.