His Neighbors Window

His neighbors window has a glass eye, it spies upon his thoughts as they drift over the rim of his morning coffee mug. Strange portals exist he sees them everywhere, orbs that never blink. At night he shouts at Americans in his dreams. A window opens wide to shout back, yet it says nothing, Once he lived in a tower-block with many windows. His own apartment looked inwards through a keyhole, and when he was there he had nowhere to hide. Now he only sees the flutter of the wind dancing with unhung drapes. He shatters glass rearranges the broken pieces on the other side of his see-through life.