Eccentric Amusement
I collect odds and ends
of the most curious things.
A vintage homecoming on my cranial bookshelves.
I entertain the random lot,
as if each thought that once held them
have now become friendly neighbors among the soiree
of my brain's faculty staff.
No one's off duty today as we all gather to play.
I tinker about with the trinkets
of eccentric play things
about my house.
Perhaps one of you would care to share a story
of a piece
from your own nostalgic collectibles?
There's really only enough time to attentively listen to just one,
however,
it's like a massive, moody crowd of holiday shoppers in there
and I cannot keep about
a single or specific conversation.
Sigh.
I feel tired today,
and it's only 11am.
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