This is the first poem from a chapbook of poetry I put out years ago entitled Adaptations in Void:
To The Void
Fearless, speechless, know-nothing
Teenage cries for anthems,
Cigarettes, the quick fix,
Endless conversation.
TV vomit,
Youth magnet.
Teach, compel, bestow fallacy.
Atomic babies.
Plastered data,
E-mail eyes.
Indigenous types.
Smoke sours, voices cry.
Techno vacuum
Written By:
Michael Mercer 8, October, 1991
