Traveler’s Diary

I drove across a sea of fruit punch with nothing but

pop-tarts and jerky in my back pocket.

I swam the Milky Way to Snicker at the Mars Bar.

I flew on the back of a fish gasping

for sunlight.

I saw a chicken jump over the moon so the cow on the other side could finally cross the street.

I bit into a strawberry, spit it's pit into my hand.

Casting it into the heavens, I

created the second star.

Awakeed after four days, I

woke up next to a talking tiger.

He asked me for a bowl of frosted flakes,

and when I told him I only had fruit loops, he

beat his chest, howled, then socked me in the mouth.

I spat out blood and bone,

looked at the remains, and watched as

a child arose. A resemblance of me.

He jumped on the back of the tiger, and

rode it into the sky.

Wanting nother more than to follow, I

plucked a strawberry pit from the sky,

tied it to the bottom of my feet,

and shot towards the tiger and child.

I looked back the miles I had flew,

And saw myself staring up at me,

making a wish.