[Split]

you said photographs were the purest art-
to capture untethered human emotive conviction,
and showed me restaurant scenes- 'open incisions'-
The photographer, ensconced in oceans of pixels,
is the purity seeked. Motion is fixed for his or her Copernican leap.
But the viewer's de jure devotion is decomposure of scene-
what don't you see on display in this quieting view?
Seventh-year figure, whitening jeans at the fray, Hermione shoes.
swirling the dregs of her tea without divining the truth.
Visine induced. Nikon on strap, unprepared, cornered in booth-
Watson the satellite, saddened by bygones, a tile-worn emeritus sleuth.
I sensed the forensics just drip. Gushing arrogant clues.
I caught our summer mosaic in the reflection's affair...

The glassy tablet a megaphone. Rosetta Stone Air.
twenty characters to echo- rote silken robe for networking flairs.
captioning stalactites to adjective life- its amenities bare,
translating pictures to blurbs with maddening slight-
cuz I was the distraction of night. Lyrical labyrinth type.
thematics would strike, in your lab, the photogenician at ease.
you would listen to soul, ab initio, negatives afloat in an infrared bleed

she joked I was haunted by ghosts. American slew.
Engorged in oblivion. Kerouac. Whitman. Bloo Q. Kazoo.
Morrison's indian. Cobain, sky a typeset cobaltic,
cloud-cover stardust in bloom, reining in acidic cathodics,
Sitting cathartic. Carcinogen fumes we could puff.
Aware that my tonal grasp was approximately, too not enough.
Shifty and grayscale. Prolix, olden hat since... daguerreotypes, dude.
The finer points she filtered. White noises, polarized, pilfered.
Consumed like a slanted haiku, encoded tags coined to animamatrix.
Slowclap goodbye. Reunions are prone to standing room only ovations.
Paging old hand-framed photographs. Her descriptions still empty,
and I am not convinced of anything...

Pacing past the columned oak, her frozen lashes unblinking-
and I've got my smile flash closed, as I failed to fashion a greeting-
I've got a picture in mind of you grasping at speech,
and I dont know what I'm thinking