When Pixies make Peace, Singleton Hippie Art

When Pixies make Peace
(c) Singleton 2008
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I wadded it all up,
the burnt orange sunflowered sheets,
the sandy cat hair littered kitchen floor,
the margarita glasses with the peeling
paint that
kissed your lips,
left salty tattoos
on your chin,
your smile,
floating on the rim.

I packed it all up
and scooped it into yesterday,
an overstuffed pillow
tossed carelessly on the floor.

And in this pixie-ixie land I
live in.....

I can't wait to have a pillow fight.....

To bonk you in the head with
all your
"hey, I've got an idea"s
and your barbie doll suitcases stuffed to
the brim,
to take you out at the knees
with all the "could've beens" and
"should've beens"
and
then

collapse
in a heap,

carelessly tossed on the floor....

laughing.....

Fairytales and Other Fables Singleton Outsider hippie art

Fairytales and other Fables
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Falling,
helplessly
tumbling
through the
looking glass,
the make-shift mirror,
the flat lined ocean,
and then
floating,
drowning,
buried in underwater
petticoats
and pretty little stories,
listening
for the quiet to come...

But she held the tickets,
the 50/50 raffle stubs,
the pink "Get out Free" cards
and it was raining,
and she was crying,
and tossing them overboard,
pennies in an endless fountain....
win, lose or draw....

bread crumbs
for hungry fish.....

Poster Child, Singleton 2008, Outsider Hippie Art

Poster Child
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Your face....
mine....
two fingers up,
swaying
saying,
singing,
screaming
"Just give me peace...."

And we're a chorus,
an army,
a first grade parade
of
wanna be's,
need to be's,
"Can't you see?s".....

And the beat goes on.....

True Story, Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

True Story
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(c) Singleton 2008

98 pages of
Bohemian
love,
circles of fate,
planes falling
from the sky....
My story.

The only one I know.
The true story.
The one they never believe.

And you laughed
and threw back
your beer and
said "Cheers to the lady whose gonna save the world with just one word",
not believing or seeing the change in the mirror,
and I laughed
when we
said good~night
and you realized
you were
smiling through each story,
twirling,
spinning,
dancing.....
On your hateful Friday night.

The night you'd promised to the blues.....

"Peace".....
I whispered over my shoulder
in closing ceremonial fashion,
and you smiled again....

I know,
I saw it in the mirror.....