John Grey

His Floaters

Every time
he opens his eyes,

right there in the vitreous,
a game is being played
with random black dots.

All he wants is vision,
clear, unadulterated,
but he shares what he can see
with some video game
from way back in the
early 1980’s.

It’s like Pong
but without the paddles.

And all his eye doctor can say is,
“With any luck,
in time they’ll fade.”

Sure, the doc can be optimistic.,
But he’s not the one who’s keeping score.

 

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review and Hollins Critic. Latest books, Leaves On Pages, Memory Outside The Head and Guest Of Myself are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Ellipsis, Blueline and International Poetry Review.