Devon Calonzo

  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...