Devon Calonzo

  fighting it / writing it tangled up in trees lost a kite in it hanging from it now this means the others return, i just watch butterflies bite he called but from the wrong phone right he cut his throat but it was just a misunderstanding  the way life flutters  flash of monarchs all the pollen

  you know for all that catastrophising i always end up on the other side alright if yall melodramatic  then I'm magic unenthused navigating truths sending a boat down stream harness the rapid cycle  the finesse necessary to survive the show goes on the hiccups part of life all that pacifying. we  leaving here with something 24 summers and I'm getting faster every time you encounter the same folks on the  outskirts of town my last trick will be to escape from my skin return to the village use that energy for good

  it come around every week, every year  i guess as a counterbalance for the chances sifted through my fingers mannnn i gotta take this one  at some point i don't care if you like it, deny me then i got repetitions versatile enough to give you what you  want but, having earned my seat,  this doesn't work for me it's some shit i'm not repeating still, rearranging the space yesterday they told me to talk about "fear" and i didn't say anything

green spirit trying to bottle the fire i end up drinking from it anyway i stretch, touch the coast and come back is this is the price of peace and quiet ?

white wine and preventative measures which style today which hat the shape of our masks  my gaze gets lost in space i focus on somn in the distance i come back  for the trees, for the  black & white cookies and anything else  i need to face i remember losing a mask here,  the one with the white and gold i found a new one, it's nice but  i'm tired of covering my face

  most of the times i sit naked looking out the window eating sunlight you taking  on my tendencies and me  thinking about going deeper the neighborhood they ask me what i'm doing balancing honor and dishonesty hoping they roll like double negatives i've got good habits too but hope it all cancels out and i can  just be real, forget about the surface your sweet swimming whistling wind  quiets the ground your ocean  ~ banking on weather i'll hold you down piece it together later and when it leaves

  where we turn ? i go autopilot / misremember overshoot the gap / my body remembers when this was easier & hard  to say I've outgrown patterns in the midst of the performance aren't we all pulling from the same pool ? overcorrecting again I mis manage energy levels clutching sun stone feeling anointed / too anointed? not conductive enough ?  underneath the metal rim it feel like i hear everything  i drive until the signal drowns misremembering words like "footwork" and "Leadership" I don't skip too many songs misinterpreting compulsions trying to forget them i turn / experiment maybe i shoulda chose  different shoes but we good.  i'll make it look good / easy to make the time capsule. harder to  put it away. opposite of  dandelions / the car. the grey car.  the sunroof -  remember that? long is my forgetting. but i get it done

  of reading rooms of portals rare but every one necessary of curiosity it materializes a hand reaches out but to my surprise, pushes me back re-revived everything is in the cloud patterns again shit makes me question what i was even concerned with in the first place

  everything seems a figure waves crashing meanwhile we receive laps at our feet the little ones poking for bread the prices not the same staging a line of photos everything manmade the pigeons the grass  even the magic searching for forms each poem a house searching for rituals the rooftop valleys i note the lighting the negative space is really what's striking open ends searching for similarities each color a house Architect i'd like to meet you someday I need a lil bit more time for that "free" feeling reminds me more of the öld ways wonder how long i hold accents each city a figure each tower a superstition

  working magic most of the attraction is unconscious like oops the heat makes me flush we find ourselves sharing songs by the lake i cherry blossom  catch me catching the light on the steps at some point you can't be surprised what you attract three letter words i don't really want to say out loud but i do just to see if they sound the same as before

  now examining the space between  (the music) the things that we could do in  400 miles (not force things) trying to use less words more melodies the rain is invigorating some times i pocket the mismatched fives like origami take em on the flight how much longer would it be to see the homeland 6000 ? i mean the strides between dribbles  feels longer the rain you can forget the most basic of humanities in the noise i need some silence focused on the traffic and not the muscle i only malign shit when i got mixed feelings but can i unpack this joint later i need grace

  the clicking the kickstart i reserve bout half my opinions and roll up the spiny bits step backward drug of choice:  familiarity blade on skin anything that gives me some zen shit i shoot free throws running late trying to master what's in front of me equates to  not looking that far ahead

  Check your charger connection Everybody asks "well,  is it your plug?"  but it's my yin stepping over lightning bolt / shock conductor coming in pulses rolling out knots Mechanical hummingbirds Adding charge Part of it does feel like sugar water / jet fuel feels like yang feels like lying Revving up engines but my shits electric What about you, where are you flying to?

  if i told you all this was yours would you take it the dry patches are just a reminder that there are environments more nurturing than this one Aggression sticking to me unapologetic or rather, choosing not to apologize i don't work for free and I'd rather be more like him graze on it blaze on it everything the light touches stay silent i need substance  perspective

are you irritated i wanna cross your legs  and uncross my head wading through ink blots you happen to find me manipulating slots the real number prolly crazy i turn off notifications,  i don't wanna know

  wind cries like dogs begging for attention up late not flying sun-side or moon-side i forget the color of my flower  when i see the long face watching it does feel like we can speak at first i have heard that lone wolves howl longer the birds cry invisible and it's annoying but when we see them, it feels like a gift

  piece of advice: nobody know. forgive yourself first, and then the others trusting your process even when it feel like  it aint trust you back  try to... see what's there teaching is movement but paying intention like how to plant your feet and stay fluid secret: the answers are prismatic when you are boxed in deemed "problematic" trust your angle the answers are not elsewhere when you box yourself in it's just light, just pressure just carbon reflections of problem-solver shades of rebellion  this room. answers are holograms and good questions are crystals you gon see the color you want to see and you think you know what's best for me? piece of advice:  let yourself be proven wrong nobody know but i keep going

  no audio jack everybody bubbles my body an office and i'm sitting by the elevator arguing over the phone is a  different sort of trapped mama I can't tell if that the coffee or the henny talking? either way i subject myself to this everybody grown  i'm not going to make myself  bear witness to your destruction i subject myself to some discipline, for once i want to revisit the temples, everybody beating  they own drum my body an orifice,  a muscle tempering the edge  in my voice melted gold might be liquid but they can't drink that can they? versatility is a skill and  i feel like i hear everything i ain't texting i don't know i feel like words were meant to come n go

the outer edge of lovers comes inward staying vicious from the midrange and we've earned ourselves here building new rings of Saturn and building everything out the asteroids I said staying vicious can't get rid of me teaching our bodies to eat up some extra gravity our business together is profitable all of a sudden putting together outfits smoking once in a yellow moon staying within the lines when needed I release the birds into space and they are well-trained, they come back w messages of breaking the coast outside of survival mode all the old houses are treasure chests, not moats all the future houses spaceships