on the b-38
what are you waiting for / get covered / start here /
a gift of happiness or risky listening?
ya never can tell / drivin 26 yrs / 47 / nice humble guy
surprised / caught a heart attack / here today gone tomorrow
let them do the work / short trips / i had the last one
old man got shot just like that / lost his life / just like that
bird cage / i can’t use that bird cage / like the door closed
i feel so claustrophobic / 14 yr olds with 350 magnums
& they call the b-7
7th heaven
it’s a good run.
–Steve Dalachinsky
photograph by Evelyn Bencicova
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Poetry
Wow, this poem really hit me. The juxtaposition of everyday driving with mortality is so powerful. “Here today gone tomorrow” – that’s life, isn’t it? It reminds me of the unexpected turns in life, kinda like when you’re playing Eggy Car and think you’re about to nail the level, then BAM! The egg rolls off at the last second. Such a funny, frustrating game, but a good way to de-stress and remind myself that things don’t always go as planned. Thanks for sharing this!