Friday in Pomes and Epigrams

My mood drops out of
the lofty places in my mind.
It had wedged itself up in
amongst my happy prognostications of
progress. The moment
when the bubbles turn to marbles
- oh you know the one -
you stay real still, hoping everything
else stays in place, containing those
blue spheres, but
kerplunk - an unwelcome doubt.
Kerplunk - an unflattering comparison.
Kerplunk - whatever that was.
Kerplunk - too tired to look.
Pretty soon, all those marbles
are in your gumboots, making it hard to walk around in the daily shit.