Tink you, baby, Singleton 2007 Outsider Hippie Art

Tink you, Baby!
(c) Singleton 2007
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Catch me if you can,
a butterfly parade in the wet morning grass,
yellow and mellow, dancing in pinstriped socks,
in the face of graffiti splashed on a rickety
fence,
an underpass,
a concrete wall....
"She was here"......

In Christmas tinsel,
spider web strings,
silvery summer rain,
the last strand, the next strand, the lost strand
of long blonde hair......

Catch me if you can,
in the words of a song,
that song, this one,
your song, mine....
Every song ever written.....

In the cusp of the moon,
Martini side up,
a barefooted shadow
three dunes away

At a red light,
that grabs you,
that forgets to turn green....
Under your tires,
gravel that spits.....
that crunches and
calls my name.....

In a popsicle melting
coffee with cream
in cowboy boots
from a Johnny Cash dream...

Catch me, if you can.....


8 1/2 by 11 on Cardstock, Colored markers, pencils, ink and pixie dust

And there will be peace, Singleton 2007 Outsider hippie art

And there will be Peace
(c) Singleton 2007

The hawk hovered
gliding/slicing
papercutting the sky
into a zillion little
pieces of
baby blue
indigo blue
forgotten blue
confetti
raining
falling
crashing
down

Into the moonlit and henna dirty
mudpuddle

And I watched my reflection there....
waiting....

On the sky to sink
a thousand 501 blues
in jagged little pieces
to the very bottom,
heavy
and fading...

And for the sun to rise....
to reach with her long dangly arms
and pluck
blue diamonds from
the earth,
quilt them together into the satin sheeted sky
of a new day,
my day,
this day.....

waiting for the winds to blow....

Colored pencils, markers, ink and all that hoo~hah on 81/2 by 11 card stock

All I want for Christmas, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

All I want for Christmas
(c) Singleton 2007

She whispered to

the wind,

who always listens,
to the painted fence,
a wooden confidant,
the bouganvilla,
with it's drunken
blooms,
cups filled overflowing,
moonshine for the souls
of butterflies...

"All I want for Christmas,
are trinket twigs
to build this nest,
this next,
this everything to come,
and stones
to line the
skipping path,
to
rock and roll
me home....

All I want for Christmas
is a little
taste of peace....
a little
moonshine
for my soul....

And the butterfly
answered,
by tipping his cup,
and spilling
glittered wine
in the wind.....

Colored pencils, markers, ink and accidental cat hair on 8 1/2 by 11 cardstock

Superstitions, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

Superstitions
(c) Singleton 2007

She knelt...
The girl with the
silver spoon,
bent and
rusted
scraped
on the sidewalk
from scavenging
food for the soul,
and
placed her hands,
palms down
on the cool
wet earth
to feel it's heartbeat.

And she heard
the trains,
one thousand faces in
the windows
going nowhere,
and the bottom of the ocean,
ten million miles
of
fairytale life
floating,
and
the sound of
color,
never heard by anyone before...

She was the gift.....