Things

Another fly in the ointment.
Another ant in the milk.
Another slug in the vegetable patch
or something of that ilk.

Another stone in the shoe.
Another stick in the spokes.
Another lump in the throat
That doesn't move for jokes.

Another ad in the ad break.
Another word put in my mouth.
Another shadowy bird, drifting slowly south.

Another memory in the present, tense,
Another hope in the future, gone,
Another glimpse of a ghostly light
of the already shone.

Another kick in the ribs
Another leaflet stuffed through the slot
So many things I long to have
are none of the things I've got.