on this computer,
the porno is flagged for different levels of perversion.
at the local library,
certain books i might like are flagged the same.
my text is logged and sorted by key word.
& in that bathroom,
a camera captures my most private movements.
people on skyward platforms overlook the goings-on of my day.
while officers on patrol, eye me up & down
at odd moments,
hired personnel look over my various expenditures.
where-ever i am,
a global system tracks my movement.
satellites zero in on my person.
out of my pocket,
a device clicks off unflattering pictures.
upon answering the fone, i recite a poem.
“i hereby, declare this conversation free from scrutiny that would result in being held captive by misguidance, misinformation, and…”
and there is a click -
a friend swiftly calls back.
security guards study my walk – to and fro.
the TV watches for my expressions.
i think i can hear the neighbors listening for strange sounds.