I call the frigate of inner thoughts with my hands
Motion for them to come whisk me away
Dormant
Dormant it has become
My lips, super glued together with thoughts I never said

I invite everyone over,
All my thoughts RSVP'd today
I thank them all at the door.
The music dances through the halls, creeps in through my locks,
Cradles the couple who are kissing on the couch
The air is dry
---Quiet, even with music.
I pass out notecards cordially
[To all of my guests, of course]
The cards all blank, white.
Naked,
Waiting to be tainted.
The room is hazy with words and phrases
Even though my eyes are fixed

My thoughts stand at the front door,
Waiting in line like soldiers
To crash my party of thoughts

They want to have a beer
Tap each other's backs like old high school friends
Bet over which thought is the most prevalent in my mind

Then, he walks through the door,
Taking a seat and inviting me to tea.
Surprisingly enough, he is benevolent, not stuck-up or provoking
He places his coat on the chair, crossing his legs like a fine fellow would
He sips his tea politely, whispers in a low tone,
And sneaks a smile in every few seconds
He speaks like a writer, prosaic rhetoric
I can swear he is breathing poetry
He touches my hand lightly, confirming that he will no longer attend my thought parties anymore.

He bows to my thoughts at the door,
Greets them both hello and goodbye
Lying that he will "catch up with them" later in my mind

He leaves my party with the flash of a smile,
Never re-visiting my thoughts again.
I scratch him out of my phone book
To assure myself that I can never call him again,
I will never call him again at home
Or in class
Or while I do work
Or when I day dream
Or when I dream

He departs, the buildings on the side of the street disappearing as he drives past
Forever erased in the mess of my thoughts
He will never re-visit my mind again