Over my garden wall
a CCTV pole.
I once enjoyed
A plain view of a tree.
Now, presumably,
Some joker enjoys
A similar view
Of me-who is he ?
Often as I can I raise
Two fingers to the thing,
Daring someone to complain:
Who are these people?
Can they see me in my
Living room, see what
I had for breakfast, see
Me naked? The real
Vandals are watching the
House from up there.
I may dance bare-arsed
In the garden, I may
Encourage others to join
Me. I cannot
Respect that phallic eye:
Every few minutes,
At this window,
I mouth a silent Fuck You
And hope it can lip-read.