Just read The Last Resort. Absolutely brilliant, like a mix of the Waste Land, a Ballard novel and the Matrix, the contemporary world as a depthless simulation of 'real' life.
Quite a different style to the previous two fragmented mini epics, it's much shorter, more subdued, and even nostalgic in tone where the speaker struggles to remember what life was like before all this.
As with the previous two poems, loads of great images, phrases and funny bits. Loved the summer simulation booth, Pinky's Pedicure Parlour and that bit about the 'nice cold ice cold glass of Coca-Cola'
I reckon it would make a good point of entry for reading this stuff, it's more accessible and easier to understand - seems like a later, more mature (that's not a value judgement btw) work than the two previous poems.
Sorry if that reads a bit like some lame Goodreads review, but there you go. Thoroughly enjoyed it.