Devon Calonzo

  I'm not here to fake shit Go ahead and point your arrow of justice wherever you want to believe it should be pointed I flip a coin and roll some dice End up under an umbrella in cherbourg End up with a blank face returning my stare They could never make me hate you They could never take me from the love that I am Sometimes it just comes with the hate The inflammatory rage i allow because i know my heart is in the right place The imperfections boiling over Wondering if i should use something other than the arrow Wondering if it would even pierce the metal fairy Returning to my collection of hats Returning to anything but my natural hair Returning to my natural hair I see the artist in you Even when you feel the least creative, just insane Even while we're just friends who want to fuck Even when I get tired of you I see that you actually care And when you want to be left alone I oblige Because I know it takes a while for me to gather my thoughts  I wanted to congratulate you o...

  all the metal dashing one way, the opposite way which I'm going i've already decided to drive by my decisions rather than the science of the machine & i never been one to announce my arrival i prefer to let it speak for itself the “science” the parachutes and the long beach of it all i feel like a soldier on a battlefield & i give quite easily  i dream and through a portal, i see a friend in real time soul intact but swimming through deep water, through a maze, (the urge to trade places) towards what i suppose is a name in lights ? sometimes in hindi, sometimes in chinese characters but always in my accent sometimes in full jester mode but she tells me not now gently she says not now her hands and her spirit slow to let go (in and out of the abundance) .. should i be thinking differently about all these recurring themes ? bout the fishhooks and waves and lures ? what they using as bait nowadays ? the salt and sweet built up attracts a hummingbird catches me and my fa...

losing myself in the paint youth at the end of that pier  what else but the stacks seeing how high you can get it  fucking / reconnecting or how many you can string together efficient transfer of energy savin the elixirs for a rainy day XJ after some long days in the city unlocks my left my leaving lining up with the moon over portugal over new york over the crown it's that time of year a lotta things break down some people still don't believe they affected by the moon cycles I let the sourness pass, on and through what else  what else but the stacks vehicle of my own liberation jumbled up the drawer  chemical reaction  ephemeral libation I look in her eyes and know what she does, she flickers at what I can do too, am doing, stories are 24 hours  but the lil gristle keeps going sweet moonlight over indulgence over all the angel numbers what else but the stacks Lupita in a flood according to nobody but  your body  (and Janet Jackson) in the meantim...