This is "Enter: The World", from my collection "Strange Travels." It is the first poem in a cycle, a sort of continuing epic poem. It captures the surreality of my poems, and my themes of reality and un-reality. :)

Enter: The World

Walking Arizona-264, haven't even got a car,

Never stopped us road warriors before:

I a boy, sixteen, in a robe, cargo pants, and black beanie hat,

And my friend, Merry Rose, in a bikini plate and wielding a gat:

And together we cross the tribal lands of American trailers,

Billboards aimed at Tex-Mex tread-headed truants,

"Hookers, next exit,

Find out what sex is!

We've got tequila, video salt, and lime,

And a 50% loading time!"

A joint called "Legs in 66% Carmine"

It's just behind the truck stop, candy repair shop, and all-in-one county jail,

"Cash only, fellas!"

As if I care.

Our road is asphalt and lines, yellow-black with hitchhiking dust,

Kaleidoscopic entropic, brought on by wind and peyote lust,

While around us the dry heat wakes little dogs from their dens,

Prairie mutts like gophers that Merry Rose waves to and then

Caps for target practice,

While I read the road atlas and tell her

I don't think she ought to be wasting bullets like that.

Indian skies, they aren't getting pinker toward evening,

Just a deeper, darker blue,

The kind you get on a funky trip,

A blue screen of death,

A terminal message sent by carrier widgets

Just before you pass out,

And,

Of course,

That's when she replies,

"Sorry, Jack, but I'm already out."

My name is Jack, and I just spawned in,

Docked at El Puerto motel, oil job, bowling ten-pin,

And these are the songs of my strange travels,

A road trip through The World,

Just Merry Rose and me, Jack,

A cracked code from which

I will not come back.

(@MissMysteryGame)