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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
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
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
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
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
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
A Poem by
Marcus Mckenzie
nevermore competition nevermore impulsive opening nevermore 'do not disturb' signs gather dust doomsday devices exceed expectations..
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
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
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 ..
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