Marcus Mckenzie : Writing

fitful sleepings part two

fitful sleepings part two

A Poem by Marcus Mckenzie


nothing like going to las vegas to leave understand, i'm not so particular, not so romantically inclined; here's as good a place as any (wherever..
fitful sleepings part three

fitful sleepings part three

A Poem by Marcus Mckenzie


seeing a mushroom cloud close up, that's a problem finding humour in others' failures, that's a problem huffing and tutting at all the world's wro..
fitful sleepings part four

fitful sleepings part four

A Poem by Marcus Mckenzie


free association slurred ad libitum 'when yourpupils are this dilated you can see micro-singularities' (being bornnear a black hole doesn't hu..
atypical type 1a supernova

atypical type 1a supernova

A Poem by Marcus Mckenzie


in the midnight graveyard silence millenia pass incremental declination occurs primary fuel exhaustion incites involuntary reflex in the absence o..
broken vow of silence 1

broken vow of silence 1

A Poem by Marcus Mckenzie


pull down the domino you know, people will do it for you anyway... they'll call the moon the sun and be so sure they're right that the fact th..
blood moon

blood moon

A Poem by Marcus Mckenzie


earthshadowslanted and the virgin bled i stood transfixed free from superstition the notion of an ill omen was eclipsed by the wonder of a bl..
drunken argument with e.a. poe

drunken argument with e.a. poe

A Poem by Marcus Mckenzie


nevermore competition nevermore impulsive opening nevermore 'do not disturb' signs gather dust doomsday devices exceed expectations..
untitled lines

untitled lines

A Poem by Marcus Mckenzie


here among the zombie stars generalisationsseldom apply the rules are tangential and often indecipherable here, silence alternates oscillates..
quick sketch of a storm

quick sketch of a storm

A Poem by Marcus Mckenzie


the sea turns to stone beneath the weight of darkling clouds gathering to swallow the distant islands which occupy a soon to be mythical horizon ..
the first week of autumn

the first week of autumn

A Poem by Marcus Mckenzie


early afternoon and already street lamps come to life and the daylight's growing tired yesterday's fierce, dry tumult died and today is buried at ..