Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘Nate Wilkerson’

The Roof

Sitting on the roof where the tree hangs low, with my head in the leaves, waiting for the psilocybin to kick in, and when it does, the leaves are no longer leaves but a thousand hands instead, made of the most simple shade of green I’ve ever seen, exactly in the middle of what all green could potentially be, and there’re thousands of these hands all waving and loving me, […]

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