B - Picking The Heads Off Daisies

Picking The Heads Off Daisies

It's all up there on that big white sheet,
Played out at the matinee

To an unforgiving crowd of bored fathers
And desperate mums who throw
Exocets shaped like popcorn...

Or at least wish they could.

Outside it's better,
Because the wind carries away their screams without
Anyone realising that there's blood in their ears.

But of course, when the night comes...

Tomorrow will be different,
But tomorrow is only today wearing a wig.
And what a wig!

Big purple curls,
Falling in whorls,
As a life unfolds and unfurls.

And on we go, doing those things that let us
Pretend that we have a clue,
An inkling,
An idea.

When really...