I think it was during National Book Week that people on facebook used to post, say, the 3rd sentence on page 52 of whatever book was closest at hand. This is a found poem from 2012, cobbled together from a bunch of those sentences.
IMPOUNDING THE OVERFLOW
Methanogens, red paper hearts,
white paper lace, cartoon cupids,
grey seals, are archaea.
The central brainstem stands up
like a fist on an arm, renowned
for many haul-out sites
over and around it,
dominating it both physically and mentally..
Every computer fits easily on the page
by impounding the overflow
from the spring into a reservoir.
Besides being a theological dilemma,
it is also a judicial one–
think about it critically.
I think it was this line of reasoning
that roused me or maybe
it was my desperation that made
me unconsciously pound the door
with the back of my head.
That was, ‘I love you.’
Obtain title to “desert land”
by irrigating twenty acres.
As you begin, understand
that the Indians’ new homes
are ‘settled, fixed, and permanent.’
as a product of their metabolism.
Lounge in the sun and enjoy
the abundance of fish
Consider the Indians friends and neighbors.
Produce the flammable, odorless
gas methane. Explore flash
content on other webs.
Go to sleep now like a good child.
Cooper treads through the darkness,
enters the tent, and is asleep instantly.