The Cupboard Under the Stairs

A place for everything,
for everything, a place,
but under the stairs,
it’s a mind-trash space -

memories secreted in dark, spidered nooks,
neurons rutted like well-thumbed books,
moody film-noir dendritic ends,
space-junk synapses, axonic strands,
dust-choked engrams, dreams, nightmares -

time to springclean under the stairs.