You saw the yellow butterfly, didn't you? , Singleton 2008 outsider hippie art

You saw the yellow butterfly, didn't you?
(c) Singleton 2008








"I've never noticed them before"
you said....
Sunday walking,
drenched in daybeers
looking at your feet,
stumbling on your words,
counting cracks that might
break your Mother's back.....

"They're everywhere"
you whispered....
on borrowed minutes,
sneak peeking backwards,
crawling in between
the sheets of
then,
long arms and
legs
stretching
reaching

"Peace~love"
we babbled
simultaneously
knocking the words right
out of each other
over each other
before hanging
up
a lifetime later....

And I knew....
you knew.....

The Last Tattoo, Singleton Hippie Art, 2008

The Last Tattoo
(c) Singleton 2008

Peace,
a tattered Kite,
wilted
mildewed,
lost in the wind,
dancing
free
and
going low...
dipping under
tree limbs
power lines
"Do not Enter"
signs
and laughing...
A sudden butterfly....

Peace,
a broken window,
panes shattered,
splintered,
laced in cobweb
art,
etch~a~sketched
by "come~hither~to"
widows in mourning,
mouth wide open for
the sunshine
streaming
pouring,
a long necked bottle of
golden beer....
suddenly intoxicated....
a gate to secret worlds....

Peace....
a tarnished penny
balanced
heads up
between
the couch cushions
six years old
and two relationships
later,
waiting....
a trinket
of hope
and superstition,
a sudden
meant~to~be....

Peace.....
the accidental finding
of
all you've
never ever looked for
but everything you've ever
dreamed of
in the damndest places
at the damndest times....
a mathematical fraction
so miniscule in the big picture,
it's all consuming
and overwhelming
and rocks your world....

Peace....
The last tattoo....

Wear it well, baby....

Say the words, Feel the love, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

Say the words,
Feel The Love
(C) Singleton 2008

Bamboo wind chimes
clunking,
bunking
drumming in a
Friday night breeze,
bohemian music
for peace....

And
I'm
giddy
from
the accidental high,
hungover in the morning
from
lightheaded laughing
and twirling in the dark,
from chasing fireflies
and barflies,
playing hide-n-go seek,
peek~a~boo, baby,
and
"Name that song".....

Friday's are for dancin'.....
And feelin' the love....

"Just give me Peace" she said, Singleton, Hippie Art

"Just Give Me Peace" she said....
(c) Singleton 2008

Over and over again,
a mantra,
a record grooving, grinding
grating,
on the same old words
makin' music
outa
vinyl dreams.

She dances in the dark,
in the early mornin'
peace,
makin' love to the
new day,
gifted,
free.....
scribblin' love letters to the past,
stone washed,
torn,
and raveled.....

but,
it's all the same....
a mantra,
a record,
grooving, grinding, grating
on the same old words....

"Just give me peace" she said....

And in the wind,
she heard him say
"Amen"

Colored pencils, markers, and Ink on cardstock. (c) 2008 Singleton.

Pixies for Peace, Singleton Hippie Art

Pixies for Peace
(c) Singleton 2008
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I twirl my hair...
fingertips twyning,
macrame'ing
braiding
twisting
a cobweb of
yellow,
golden,
peace ~love for free,
casting
shadows on your dashboard...
christmas tinsel
scattered everywhere...
the tell-tale signs I've been here....



I fold tin foil,
roll it,
coil it
into sudden snakes,
1000 peace signs,
and suspend them
in
mid~air flight,
on broken branches,
graffitied stop signs,
broken bottle necks....



And in the glimmer,
the simmer,
the aftermath,
I watch you,
in make~believe...

smiling.....

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