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