The Pusher,
Outsider Hippie Woman Artwork
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD
It's dark
and there's nothing.
I can't breathe,
but I hear butterflies panting, whispering...
and I know you're there...
Waiting....
With the fix.
I'm tainted now.
Torn.
Thorned.
Breathless.
And then it's dark again,
and there's nothing.
Nothing at all but the butterflies
panting, whispering, dancing in the dark.....
8 1/2 by 11 on cardstock. All that colored hoo hah
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
In the Weeds....., Outsider Art, Singleton 2007
In the Weeds....
Outsider Hippie Woman Art
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD
Tangled up in the sheets,
the stories,
your eyes...
Running knee high through
the weeds....
Dandelions brushing long legs
We laugh
And I fall asleep
with eyes wide open.....
kicking
at
the covers.....
81/2 by 11 on cardstock. Colored pencils, markers, pens and all that peaceful hoo hah...
Outsider Hippie Woman Art
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD
Tangled up in the sheets,
the stories,
your eyes...
Running knee high through
the weeds....
Dandelions brushing long legs
We laugh
And I fall asleep
with eyes wide open.....
kicking
at
the covers.....
81/2 by 11 on cardstock. Colored pencils, markers, pens and all that peaceful hoo hah...
Simply Saturday, outsider hippie art, Singleton 2007
(c) Singleton 2007
SIMPLY SATURDAY
Outsider Hippie Woman Art
SOLD
Tattered little wings
strung around my neck,
Feathered Trinkets falling to the ground....
Dancing in the dust
Dancing in the past
Dancing in the old
And it's all new
And I've never been here before
And never seen your face, your eyes, your smile...
Felt your breathe....
But it's the new love
that's the oldest.....
And I've missed you for a million years....
81/2 by 11 on Cardstock...Colored pencils, pens, markers and all that charm....
SIMPLY SATURDAY
Outsider Hippie Woman Art
SOLD
Tattered little wings
strung around my neck,
Feathered Trinkets falling to the ground....
Dancing in the dust
Dancing in the past
Dancing in the old
And it's all new
And I've never been here before
And never seen your face, your eyes, your smile...
Felt your breathe....
But it's the new love
that's the oldest.....
And I've missed you for a million years....
81/2 by 11 on Cardstock...Colored pencils, pens, markers and all that charm....
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