I’ll Only Go Camping if I’m the Ground

by Patch One

drive among forested hills peasant poor

nightwise hornily imagining I'm a tent in a hollow

with a hott ass asleep on me fell waysided

upon a country lane with UFOs blissed out

overhead every noise amplified to one thousand

fucking feelings everywhere just glossy apples

fallen from a tree in a field where all the grass is stoic 

men who listen to noise music in a dark room

please lay me down swaddled in a blue tarp

under a blacked out bridge infected with cars

leave me there subdued until I cum unglued 

from my corpse at 3:30 a.m. forget about me

I'm just some rebranded version of a virgin 

or a chain link fence in the middle of the sea 

shooting a fake gun into the fake sky smiling fakely

Patch One is a writer and musician from Portland, Maine. Their poems have appeared in several small print and online publications. Primarily, they share their work through self-published zines that incorporate writing with their glitched out visual art for maximum distortion. Patch survives on a steady diet of death metal, horror movies, gossiping, shoplifting, Elliot Smith and kisses from their friends. IG: mikesharshlemonade