Just a couple of comments --
1) I think the poem stands well enough on its own. The pictures (to
me at least) doesn't serve much of a purpose -- it neither enhance
nor create an intriguing enough premise.
2) First stanza -- it's a matter of stylistics, but if you're going
to use the basics of typing ("ASDF" is the first four-letter
sequence on the QWERTY keyboard), make sure it's consistent. "BCDG"
reads as a rather odd pairing with ASDF. Typically, it's JKL.
As Liz said, you have some nifty phrases -- keep it up.
Writer's block sucks monkey balls, innit?
To combat the block some time back, I wrote a poem, entitled
"Deadlock".
It went something like this:
I'd love to own an Olivetti, but I am sixty years too
late.
So I raise a silver screen instead, who raises a pixelated
brow
in finesse, and sneers at fickle filamental thought.
No longer content with waiting, he seeks pleasure with
static.
Even grown-up words have ceased to make sense.
Adjectives like "staunch" and "profound" easily twist
themselves into dyslexic cameos, stilted and profane.
Elsewhere a bohemian crowd breaks gamely in song.
I shut it off, choosing to let restless hunger feed off
professional fear. It drips stealthily from unsteady fingers.
Raucuous twenty-somethings laugh and jeer, not caring
that I have wrapped myself in a wet, sweat blanket,
that I tremble as a gut-chill pierces the base of my spine,
and lingers in a needling pulsing shock.
For me, I whisper, for me, for me , for me,
over and over again as I will silent fingers to speak.
Where inspiration breaks apart chunnelling pistons,
and resets tousled junctions in delicate silicon circuits,
my dead calm lover evades. Coyly, I chase her in a labyrinth.
Now that most of our writing's done from the computer, the
images and associations formed have become remarkably similar,
don't ya think? 
