I did a photoshoot, but I was not very good at looking forlorn. So I thought I would try and write about it, so maybe I could feel forlorn.
But I failed.
So now I feel more forlorn.
Wait… it worked! Happy days! Oh. Fail. Forlorn… wait… it worked!


A scene

An old hot dog filled with ash

A typewriter weighing more than my face

Lost keys and cold wind

A big red umbrella with matching striped swimsuits, a bucket, spade, and noseplugs

I, however, am the only thing here without style

Except for maybe that can of spaghetti and cheese

Oh, so forlorn

So forlorn

– Scott Sandwich



Filed under Poems & Poetry

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