Watersports

[DollyDarling]

I have thrown my television out the window -
Watched the damn thing hit the grass.
Electric sparks attracted a ball of moths -
Glass cut off a primrose...
Will I mourn my loss of a television or a flower?

Why did I throw out the damn television?
But of course! I am a muse!
Inspiring the bard with even my piss,
He thinks of me, writes of me -
What need have I for shadow boxes when I am someone's muse?

I wrap a feather boa around my neck,
I slip my painted toes into glass slippers,
Peppermint and nettle tea slips down my throat -
Slips down my throat like my pee slipped down his...
I share with him my tea - it is hospitable, after-all.

A paper each morning is thrown at my door step.
No, not the Irish times, yet many times,
A poem of piss, a prose of pee I read.
That peppermint and nettle tea slips down my throat as I read
All the watery poems about a Dolly named "Me".