i b is

i b is, originally uploaded by SLP....

the gentle matter
that this life
greets
comes not in the moments
of solitude --nor mingled with shared
breath
but
on the wings
at rest .
far from the hungry predators
eye---
far from the notions tongues
of suspiciousness deride
of wings at rest.
slp

every once in a while

every once in a while, originally uploaded by SLP....

... its all good.

lensbaby muse.

talking about willamsburg

chatter on the corner, originally uploaded by SLP....

lensbaby muse...

2nd avenue stall

2nd avenue stall, originally uploaded by SLP....

'theres something happening here...
what it is --aint exactly clear....'

all bubbles burst

all bubbles burst, originally uploaded by SLP....

...make no mistake about it.

shadow model: MLP

my one wing

my one wing, originally uploaded by SLP....

native name:one wing bird.

happened upon shadow of self taken with
cell phone .

alienastic blues

biting the blues, originally uploaded by SLP....

biting the blues

crossng dimensions too

crossng dimensions too, originally uploaded by SLP....

Two of my photographs --melded.

outta here

outta here, originally uploaded by SLP....

model: MLP
Using one of my multiple exposures from My NY Holga series.

my favorite diner

my favorite diner, originally uploaded by SLP....

stay safe

protect yourself , originally uploaded by SLP....

hope lingers

hope lingers, originally uploaded by SLP....

my muse

my muse, originally uploaded by SLP....

protect yourself

protect yoursel2, originally uploaded by SLP....

last exit

last exitbrownstoningbw, originally uploaded by SLP. Just muself..

There are haunts found in these brownstones.
The scaly residue of old love
wailing lamentations of cold love --
you can hear the torment of trees losing ground.
exit signs pointing the way--
slp

screeching halt in brookyln

schreeching halt in brookyln, originally uploaded by SLP. Just muself..

Lensbaby Muse on the road

passers...bye.

this too is vanity...

senior discounts.

time is a fickle virus.

She acknowledges the diners
the vain futility of it all
she pretends the years away
scarlet knots tied tight
what if such were loosened
and with a free rein
the virus
were left to breed--
would she be consumed--
would her weak frame
now brittle collapse.
what say ye ole
Hippocratic oaths--
will profit bite
just whim?
at what point would
the reaper thrust
his hungry fork to
glean---
they shoot horses
dont they?
they--
them they
how'd they get
the power--
while we pay the price
slp

Part II
*
living amongst the aging
fits.
shes like them--young but old.
but they dont see that.
His son releases the trunk hood
so he can get his feet.
He wobbles a former air pilot
with a bag between his legs.
this one doesn't like the smell
of the old...
doesn't visit the nursing homes
doesn't frequent the dead hostile
places that remind her of time.
she feigns ignorance--
she feigns glee--
hunched over his crusted heels
he shuffles forward--
'stand straight'
another hollers--'and pick up those feet.'
pinpricks of scarlet daily ripen youth.
The aging--don't see if your up with the trends
don't give eye to faulty flecks of ones vanity.
the extra baggage --be it mid-section or back...
the extra growth of ears nose and hair--
well--whose to spot whom?
*
the hipsters ride two cars forward.
they have the strength to get there.
she'll keep up-- she always matches
a game--whether a fair component or not--
she feign as usual
they'll not know the wrestling
come evenings bite...
the inflammation of ligaments
undone --
s

when silence hurts too much

too tired to think