Bait and Switch (auto #5)

Potter’s Field.
Spinning wheel.
Once or twice
Could be nice,

Or not.

What never ends
Falls between
The Hippocrene
And olive branch.

Bending, Broken
Arrow Ranch.

Isis, my dear,
Save your mascara tears.
We’re in arrears
And up to our necks.

What the heck?
Why so shy
And circumspect?
Where’s this going?

Thoughts
Worth knowing
Daily need gnawing
Instead of knock and pawing

At the door and gate.
Then told to wait
And wonder.
Remain asunder.

Invite them in
To table.
Take a seat.
Pull up a plate.

Pass around.
Not lost, yet found.
Dig right in
And down the hatch.

Throw and catch;
Swirl and spit;
Rinse, repeat.
It’s time to eat,

Before it’s too late
And in a ditch
You’re lying.
Bait and switch.

On all fours,
​Behind closed doors,
Wondering which
Thoughts are yours.

(automatics)
9/4/20