imagism now too many metaphors too many bridges and connections without showing concretia I am sitting on a bed cross-legged there is a blue pen also resting on the bed, about 35 degrees slanted upwards buzzing of the fridge is constant I hear mechanical noises intermittently unknown is the source there is one lamp on in my bedroom a few lights are on in the bathroom stillness is not here but hardly is cacophony peaceful is the night yet unsettled is my heart.
