Devon Calonzo

i. It's Kobe day I wonder how many fadeaways rip the net the same time as mine I wonder how much I'm taking for granted Spiders start showing up in unexpected places ones that make sense but still, not the usual places ii. Radio is really amazing, when you think about it Signals go out like webs and I get stuck between channels Tell me,  are the currents moving like Air or  like Gravity? One way streets Am I in-tune?  How's my body language?  Consistent enough  to keep up with a frequency?  iii. Am I receiving your signals    Earth catcher? The noise watering  things down caught up with  summer rain valleys of should’ve would’ve could’ve Messages beyond the fears iv. Desert rose Still not the usual places Crossing the bottom and running into spiders Makes it feel less like a desert More ancient More like the ocean floor But the air is hot I tell her I need some distance She understands but  still leaves a mark, The ground,   ...

the season changing again and i wish i could say i was in-love with it i guess it's unrealistic expecting a stand-by-me the clouds come and go and this  is when my faith is tested caffeine-based energy in a closed loop my creative passion playing catch-up now I'm learning to unlearn things that I just learned and what if i got rid of it all? what if i couldn't go back? now here i am  lying on the floor staring the ceiling the sky is changing and my nervous system tells me that I have been sitting too long. that I gotta be changing too. but here I am still talking bout my feelings, setting up houses in the void but not even the void stays the same i remember being 19 making holes in the walls this reminds me of then i avoid the color red hide in the blues of the process we supposed to be believing in the season is changing and i know there is joy ahead but my words just seem to mourn the joy i have already traded

  The cat keeps me sane While I thrive a little too well  In the plastic city Sometimes she look at me like What the fuck are you doing? Over there fixated on some made-up thing If you wanted to read my thoughts I would let you The apple, the pussy, the wildfires The games and the music The fresh winds and the cutting winds mix and make music with my body Oh joy

  Golden fibers Love is about leading Uplifting But sometimes that feels like Duty lies behind the ball Start to recognize cycles And I go back to those Nara drawings "How many times?" Literally, the fog, my disposition  (I been sour lately), And a key that fits perfect, but won't turn As if I'm missing a pin I time the ends but I get tired of angling for the long game Light flickers brighter I wonder how much of this is trained And if I'm breaking the right rules in the name of what's already been undone

  Do you play more off instinct or do you believe in the best move  Sometimes I want to face you just to see how you'd react See if I'd be the one to back down at the end of the day Sometimes the truth is easy but the truth isn't what you're asking for I took what you said to heart but I know my truth Do you play off instinct or do you believe in the best move I don't know your truth but I listen Even though I figure you were roleplaying Even though you were the one putting on a show The truth is plainer than that I'm not here to not make eye contact I see our truth in the physicalities Me @ one end and you @ the other

  ion't think I'm ready for the trip but  the gummy frees me prolly ready as I'll ever be let me grease up my armor do we have time for drinks before drinks?  is it an occasion for some ginger tea? steep me some truth listen, I know it supposed to be vacation but  it just hasn't really set in yet let me borrow some time walk into the friction in the sky hopefully I forget what I know

  getting to it is the fun part but I find it easy to get addicted to the randomness infinite access so that you are the only thing that might run low infinite access and surprises                           randomly I am viral                          vital like I am a mill and the content is the  fifth chakra the way this shit is an echochamber … life getting closer to some twitter porn & I can feel you through the phone my eyes immobilized  distilled into some talking points too much screen time and I lose grace (her independence, her natural beauty) I am a mill so is my energy artificialized? the post has organs, but no soul. there needs to be something to humanize infinite access to the whole thing. I think I'm starting to understand what "fear of God" means, at least as far as I feel the river takes me

Moments of clarity  start to get further apart When you are solid and I am liquid Or when you are liquid and I am gas Seeming to need each other but we never mesh I wish I could be here And there at the same time Karma leaves me left On the dark notes Consequences I guess Of living so fast The lower half of me knows I've used  plenty enough for the year The upper half feels endless  like the Lifestream I know that it's getting dark I know that Grandpa will forgive me when I can forgive me Forgive me for the waterfall And for the snow and its rushes Pieces of me taken / given And we still trying to take the necessary steps Strip away the extra motivations  Sublimate or die, he says I feel like a speedin bullet 2 heaven Pushing through the air and taking up the space Not really leaving a whole bunch of flowers but To make a difference by being the difference...