Fortune Teller, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

FORTUNE TELLER
(c) Singleton 2007

A carnival at the sea
alive
and
spinning
neon noise
and
all for free
fortunes and
cheap plush toys.....

But you don't see it,
standing there.
Dressed in your success
with life lines
parenthesis
on what once was your smile
and laugh lines
hidden in
your palm,
a souvenier token....
From the fortune teller...

Cheap little thrill rider.....

Wasted, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

WASTED
(c) Singleton 2007

You didn't know
and you
couldn't think
and
it wouldn't have
mattered
if you
did.

You
were just
drifting,
collecting
Friday night beers
and quarters to
call home with.

And last call,
came way to soon
and
midnight lay
like a wet blanket
suffocating
pushing
you
under.

And you made your wish,
if I could have one wish...

"I just want you to love me"

and I laughed at the silly
face you made...

Wasted words, my sweet baby....
You should have wished for
peace...

I would have loved you anyway....

Are you there?, Singleton 2007 outsider art, Bachman 2007 words

The Best of Times
Are You Still There?
Outsider Hippie Chick Art
Goodbyeblackandbluejeans

(C) Singleton 2007 Artwork
(C) Bachman 2007 Poetry

Black and
blue
jean goodbye;
golden she
on the rocks
technicolor glory
saving all the best
for first,
for last..
and between.



Are you out there,
yes, you
butterfly amplifier?

are you on the eleven?
say what?
say what again...

You know only one voice
and it's feeding you
every sweet rumor--

unique names for any
technicolor nightmare
that falls from heaven

It's just drama,
raining
You know her far too well
to let that story toll true
Because it's all poetry,
technicolor dreams
with your own subtitles

Black and blue clouds,
butterflies at eleven--exactly what you said
I remember:
before
she went to the beach
telling stories today
in shadows and light
and her own language
that I only know
a small part of..

she's at eleven,
twelve
and one......

the last,
the first,
the moment time
slips up,
straight up,
on the rocks,

call her name--listen
a wave crashing the sands
to millions of fine dreams;

mermaids
are called these things
as well

Wet Paper, Singleton, 2007, outsider art

Wet Paper
Outsider Hippie Woman Artist
(c) Singleton 2007

She watches
with sultry
drug-store eyes
and feeds
you
every
line
she's
ever memorized from
the jacket of a
Harold Robbin's novel,
and you
go
there...

you
thought for
just a moment,
there was something so familiar
you had to touch
to have
to try to feel again.

But the flowers in her hair
are plastic
and her
words
are
dirty lipstick smudges
on
wet paper....

you're damaged now...

And I'm pale now, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

And I'm pale,
now...
Outsider Hippie Artist Girl
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD

In
the dream
I was
making charms
from
rattlesnake
bites,
collecting them
like bottlecaps,
souveniers
from
some
poisenous
venomness
place.

In the morning's heavy breath,
I shed my nightime skin,
crawl out from under the covers,
and find,
I'm an opaque,
albino colored
mess....

but the
marks are gone
and
I
saved the rattlers
to make
music with.....

Three Hundred and Sixty Five, 2007, Singleton Outsider Art, Bachman words

THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE
Outsider Hippie Woman Art

Artwork (c) Singleton 2007

Poetry (c) Bachman 2007

every string of hats from dead cowboys

each face painted with a new life;

Some found that old Boot Hill

was all of the

three hundred and sixty five

one night stands...

Every dead cowboy met his match

on that one night

he stood up to you;

my stranger

how many hats do you own? do you wear?

how many six shooters?

three hundred sixty five

this year to the day

you shoot straight,

somewhere between the eyes

or in the the knees

sparing the heart

or or at least sparing the hat--

but always the hat,

so you can paint

it shades of your lifeblood mosaic

and all the many broken but useable

blues

that you learned to sing

when we were all too young

to know where dead cowboys

hang their hats

when its time to say goodnight

with a hope that they've found a home

for one last night

Gimme Peace, Singleton 2007, Outsider Art

Gimme Peace
Outsider Hippie Female Art
(C) 2007 Singleton

SOLD



Just give me peace
and
you can keep
the change....
.

I'll float...
fudgesicle in a coffee cup...
.

melting....
.
.









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