Devon Calonzo

since u asked written 04/25/2022 alright i’ll write a poem 4 u intimacy is hard for me otherwise she look at me like she know me and i think she just might blink and you’ll miss it all my friends are nihilistic and the city asks for pace I give myself too many chances shit crystal clear for a moment, then its past --- Weird weather written 04/29/2022-04/30/2022 A heat lingers or, is carried by air We like each other the possibility is always there But Izzy gone for no reason any red check is an act of malfeasance my personality not going anywhere outside of my casket I feel privileged and addicted to the uncertainty the stacking faces intimate places  the inside of a tornado is like a vacuum the only place i can spark a light --- faces & sensations (her prophecy) written 04/06/2022 Miss April Time and Practicality it’s the 1st and i’m late for Escapril I read poems from a year ago On Fairfax To Lizbeth The Two of Hearts is fuzzy Full and then unfulfilled Attempts at mastering s...

D.E.W. written 04/23/2022-04/24/2022 Stack money Bowl of rice If I wake up early Really just hoping for something edible --- Garden written 04/17/2022 Homemade jelly Long ride  empty vibe is peaceful And then the city accelerates I always burn myself out but the red’s really nice Garden of unsmoked flowers unbroken unspoken Object of desire unraveled Now it’s just a field

a separation written 04/02/2022 05/06/2022 the morning starts clear-minded or at the very least, free-flowing boombox turned astronaut I read the morning paper and pull off, already high, Rifling through thoughts loosely filed how many times I commute to you?  how many times I crossed the whole body, looking for ends how many hills? I feel like a volcano,  but cold it’s a separation, no expectation of anything to flower from my visit but I know it does my hands fold like dollar bills it flowers on the road singing “Feed me” but the roads are conveyor belts, pulling at sunrise drive faster and love will make you hungrier here mouths fold like dollar bills shining a new light on things I fly her in my breath is inky and unknown but I hold back nothing I flower on the road and die before anyone gets a picture I’ll archive it cuz I know you missed me I can’t tell the distance in the dark  I’ll plant seeds but I gotta leave to take it seriously --- Hike written 04/07/2022 Pie...