Poem

This little one has had more titles than it has words. I don’t know if ‘Poem’ is any more than a lazy way of getting the thing started, but at least it’s better than ‘Untitled’.

Poem

try not to use your tongue
to investigate
the buds and folds of flesh
at its own root

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About Martin Mooney

Author of four collections of poetry - Grub (1993), Rasputin and his Children (2000), Blue Lamp Disco (2003) and The Resurrection of the Body at Killysuggen (2011.)
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  1. Pingback: Poor poetry | The Resurrection of the Body at Killysuggen

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