Peek-a-boo, Singleton

Peek-a-BooOutsider Hippie Art(c) Singleton 2006Oh, he's there.Peeking through borrowed eyes,listening to second hand stories,Parading around in a paper bag maskliving the perfect lifeWatchingAnd waitingpen and colored markers on another one of Curt's Coffee Table Envelopes

Kaleidescope Kite, Singleton

Kaleidescope KiteOutsider Hippie Art on legal envelope(C) Singleton 2006My fingers clutch at the tattered string,and the pretty little kite floats away...I'm dancing in our daydream,tethered to your ghost....barefoot and bluejeaned withthe music barely onAn empty sky swallows wholewhat was and "what should never be"But it's your words I miss the most.Color markers and pen on another empty

Words you'll never know, Singleton

Words Outsider Hippie Art(c) Singleton 2006Peace.Love.You will never hear,never read,never imagine.Tucked safely hereIn a found envelopeAddressed to no one."Send me words" you used to say...and I did...morning bouquets of peace and love and startling relevations... that rocked your world...but you didn't protect them. Guard them like your virginity. And now they are spoiled. And so what's left,

Paper Kites, Singleton

ENVELOPE # FOUROutsider Hippie Art(c) Singleton 2006Empty little suitcasesfilled with nothing, but my thoughtsPaper kites I'll never fly,never leave for you to find.Addressed to no one in particularin case they lose their wayEmpty little suitcases,filled with nothing, but my heartPen and colored markers on legal envelope

Just Stop Talking, Singleton 2006

Just Stop Talking(c) Singleton 2006YourIncessant chattering,noise,background staticis raining on my peaceYou're alwaysflapping at the jaws...and never listening...

Ashes, Ashes...We All Fall Down, Singleton

Ring around the Dead Posies...(c) Singleton 2006Outsider Hippie ArtSOLDHere lie the words, the many many words, the moments like a memory, the magic.....of days gone by,of days cradled,of days counted.cherished,and cussed."I've loved you for a million years" ...."see me, feel me, touch me"I believe.Do you hear me now?And they all fall down.

Page 148 from my Journal, Singleton, 2006 Outsider Art

(c) Singleton 2006Page 148 From My JournalSOLD TO A BEAUTIFUL SOULThis is what Sunday Morning looks like,feels like,sounds like. Listening between the lines.Running.Falling.Drenched.