Thanks to Oscar Wilde

[alonso ramoran]

Hi UselessBlueprint,
I don't have much to critique for such a short, to-the-point poem, but here are my thoughts.

She chased the glow of a neon sunset comma? can't quite yet grasp the use of "neon"; maybe it's something to do with artificiality? I also almost feel like this line and the line below it share the same sentiment. Do with that whatever you will, but maybe I'm missing something.
daydreaming of that faded skyline
and her high-life apartment
on the twenty-sixth floor,

while I sat with an impressionist
painting under the Whitestone Bridge - two dashes for em dash?
reading his poems thinking you could either write "...poems, thinking..." or "...poems and thinking...".
that Art was finally useless.

Haven't read any Oscar Wilde yet to know how his mind works, so I can't judge this piece based on how well it plays off of who he was or his ideas. All that aside, it still didn't take away from my reading experience, which I enjoyed. I'm just still a little confused about who the woman in this poem is and what is the relationship between these two characters.

All the best,
Alex