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Sometimes It Helps

by Stephen Scott

I rode around the garden today on a big white horse.
I was naked except for sunglasses
Sometimes it helps.
To feel extravagant and theatrical.
Deluded as fuck, thinking I was on a film set.
A film about men who ride white horses half naked whilst sipping gin.
Romping through the fragrant rolling hills of Tuscany,
Shouting orders
At subordinates.
Like, yeah, yeah you!
Not half cut as it were, on a council estate north of Mansfield.
Dogs yapping.
Ice cream man dead
Clouds rolling in.

by Stephen Scott

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