orb

[droqen]

when i close my eyes i see what you see
an orb, an orb, an orb.
red and shining with blood that drips
down my neck and stains my shirts
gets in my eyes and soddens my black hair
sticky against my scalp.

when i open my eyes
it's trees and concrete, mayors and dogs,
television shows on projectors and music from computers,
dirt in the sink and dirt in the dishwasher,
rotten fruit, laundry, dust.

[droqen]

when i hold the blade of gameplay's knife the orb
realized itself in the world just like they say
in PlayStation advertisements of yore:
"play in ours."
ours, and ours. i turn the knife.

when i hold the handle of gameplay's knife the orb
emerges without screen,
                without mouse,
                without eyes the orb
is there as i saw it, a red thing, dripping
wet.

[droqen]

the orb.
more than the knife the orb
is all i ever wanted, is all my dreams, is red.
who cares who i cut as long as the orb
is red.

[droqen]

maple trees and ruby concrete and scarlet mayors arguing red
setters and bay coats and roan horses and bad hdmi cables and red
noise and prince edward's bright clay and overripe red
mangos and my least favourite socks and blood red

[droqen]

when i open my eyes or close my eyes
i see the orb you see too red
i see a shining sphere perfection incarnate
i see blood and you watch the knife
turning, turning, turning in my hands
"oh," i say, "i've forgotten
i was holding this." stained red
you watch the knife.