Flash Photography

Flash Photography

A Poem by Jackson Krauss Blind Painter
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Written just before the Sun took my picture, late late at night.

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Was that a half-heard whisper
Of the first breath you will have taken in minutes,
Or am I still hearing laughter in the way midnight
Light plays Thunder across your eyes?
Still, I have come to understand that in this world,
There is no better feeling than the hot pressure
Of hands pressed through you
To reach for a deeper breath,
Like the familiar tug in my blood
From hearing you shout whispers of "Come on home."
After you're out of the picture.
So it's looks like that that show me how our skin,
It's made up entirely of so many spent Polaroids,
Torn up and held together so that all our thoughts and vices
Sepia pooled into blank canvases
Like the blood draining from my face as my fingers slip
Over the black plastic.

Sure, grand old life backbone propped us up here,
And said that we should all behave and sit still...
And smile;
And yeah, I'm going to breathe easy from here on out,
But I'll need help to outrun each of our own flashing images.
And I can't hold this guillotine shutter open forever,
So smile with me.
The camera and I both know:
This photo....
It's going to last forever.

© 2010 Jackson Krauss Blind Painter


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Added on August 5, 2010
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Jackson Krauss Blind Painter
Jackson Krauss Blind Painter

Albuquerque, NM



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