Tree Spirits (jellybeans and in-betweens)

March 31, 2017

PEOPLE BREAKING UP. PEOPLE BREAKING DOWN. FIRE. STORMS. FRIENDS. HARD LABOR AND CAT SCRATCHES. POLLEN AND DUST AND UNSEEN DANDER. MUSIC AND BEANS AND A PLATE OF YELLOW RICE. A PILE OF VINES IN THE GREEN GRASS FIELD.

I TOOK MY PAINTS AND LEFT SOME ON THE WALL IN VARIOUS PATTERNS. YOU MIGHT SEE A TREE SPIRIT. YOU MIGHT SEE SOMETHING I DON’T SEE. I PUSHED THE PAINTS WITH BRUSHES. I BROUGHT SOME PAINT BACK HOME. GOOD SONGS AND BAD SONGS AND DIVERSIONARY TACTICS. EAR MUFFS.

CREATING IS A BEAUTIFUL STRUGGLE. PEOPLE WATCH YOU AND SOME ASK YOU. SOME PEOPLE ACT LIKE THEY ARE NOT LOOKING. SOME PEOPLE ACT LIKE THEY UNDERSTAND. I MIGHT NOT UNDERSTAND.

FRENCH FRY THIGHS AND A TANK OF PINK PAINT. RUBBER DUCKS AND SAUSAGES.

A STORM WHOOPED UP LAST EVENING AND I HEARD THE HOWLING WIND. CRACK OF LIGHTNING. SAY IT AGAIN. I SCREAMED AND RAN. SCARED DOG. WIFE WAS WASHING. BLEW DOWN PART OF THE BARN. A FRIEND TOLD ME IT NEEDED TO COME DOWN ANYWAY.

THE WIND DOESNT ASK PERMISSION.

THANK YOU CLAY.

see you soon,
Kyle BlackCatTips Brooks