Everything But...

I'm the last to know and the last

To go

The counted chicken that

Never hatched

Crowd maker for two

Left standing without

A chair

The last one picked

Fifth wheel

On the bench

In the dark

Stooge

Dupe

Gull

Mark

The kitchen sink

Advice

A maverick

May seem admirable

Iconoclasts

Courageous

A nonconformist

Lots of fun

Except when driving

You never want to ride

With one

Snow Angel

It doesn't matter

What you've done

Who you are

Where you're from

If you can spread your arms

And legs

And disregard a chilly bum

You can leave a

Transient print

Of what your mom hoped

You'd become

I Found Truth

On a busy street

Lying like a stone

At the bottom of

A puddle

Worn by years of attention

Now discarded

To pull it from its murky bed

Meant leaning in and

Getting wet

So I resigned to watch it

Disappear

Beneath the swirling

Turbid veil

And was left with

My reflection