I read this poem at the launch of “Himself by the Seaside”
call it sixth sense or ESP,
but I can feel their hidden eyes
bearing down on me.
Listening devices planted in the walls,
maybe cameras too.
Spying on me constantly
there’s nothing I can do.
There’s a faint click in my ear
every time I use the phone.
Somewhere a tape’s running:
they never leave me alone.
I’m not being paranoid.
Oh no, not me.
I know that somebody’s watching:
and pretty soon you’ll see.
They follow me all the time,
nowhere I go feels safe.
Sitting behind me on buses –
I know I’ve seen that face.
You might think you’re ok,
but soon that’s going to change.
I know they’re only marking time
until the details can be arranged.
Listen, I’m not paranoid.
Oh no, I tell you, you’ll see.
I know that they’ll be coming for you
once they’re done with me.
I’m telling you the truth
why don’t you believe what I say
The net is getting tighter
They’ll get you soon, someday
I know that I’m not paranoid.
I’m telling you as your friend.
They’ve already done their homework
and they’ll get you in the end.