Meet me at the Scarecrow Saloon


Day 25. Prompt: write a remix of one of your poems from the month.



Meet me at the Scarecrow Saloon
(Emerald City remix)

If you look you can find me
at the Scarecrow Saloon
where they still play the blues
and you can’t see the moon
I’m drinking and hoping
to dissolve in a puddle,
stupid girl, stupid shoes,
that ridiculous muddle
left me hiding my skin
and surrounded by junkies
but I have to survive
to look after my monkeys

What do you think?

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