Binging Imagination: Mental Hoarding

A poem about how I get so many ideas that they are fairly overwhelming and constitute more subject matter than I could ever adapt into writing pieces.

I have a binging imagination and thus a mental hoarding problem.

What I need to do is host an estate sale in my heavy head

and invite those suffering from creative block in through the porches of my ears

to browse through the crowded unorganized trove of

curious coinages, precious epiphanies and junky minutiae

and take away inspiration while uncluttering my poor mind.

The End

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