Kaleidescope Kite, Singleton

Kaleidescope Kite
Outsider Hippie Art on legal envelope
(C) Singleton 2006

My 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 with
the music barely on

An empty sky swallows whole
what was and "what should never be"

But it's your words I miss the most.

Color markers and pen on another empty envelope
Inspired by Zepplin, MaryEllen, Those Fateful Blue Eyes
and the abundance of letter size envelopes that kept making their way to the beer lined coffee table

Words you'll never know, Singleton

Words
Outsider Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006

Peace.
Love.
You will never hear,
never read,
never imagine.
Tucked safely here
In a found envelope
Addressed 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, for the postman to deliver
is just a stack
of
empty envelopes

Pen and colored markers on a roadtrip envelope

Just Stop Talking, Singleton 2006

Just Stop Talking
(c) Singleton 2006

Your
Incessant chattering,
noise,
background static
is raining on my peace

You're always
flapping at the jaws...
and never listening...

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

Ring around the
Dead Posies...
(c) Singleton 2006
Outsider Hippie Art
SOLD

Here 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 2006
Page 148 From My Journal
SOLD TO A BEAUTIFUL SOUL


This is what Sunday Morning looks like,
feels like,
sounds like.

Listening between the lines.
Running.
Falling.
Drenched.