Jars of Spite

Jars of Spite

 

 

strawberry preserves

and subway tokens

 

a cow with calf

bones broken

 

crops dusted

serenity busted

 

a bull marks its territory

a gang leader does the same

 

country bumpkins arrive in the city

to taste urban preserves

 

and then try to survive

with only tractors for getaway cars

 

rural breaths purely natural

urban breaths accidental

 

how much to ride?

put your token in the slot

 

in the city, it's all you've got.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/24/21

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

I felt a bit this way when I went to Chicago for the first time. Freshly arrived from rural Alabama, everything seemed so fast paced and dangerous. It was both exhilarating and unnerving at the same time. I was never truly afraid, but the idea of danger was always there. Given the choice, I'll stay a bumpkin. I can't say the streets are safer, but they are the streets I know. It is all about tribes, after all.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your understanding review, Zoe,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I loved the musical West Side Story and your poem J had me thinking about gang warfare in the city. You know its rife in our capital city. Not so much about love anymore but all about drugs. The killings don't stop and the victims get younger and younger. Some things never change do they?

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

No change, just worse and stronger weapons.
thank you, Chris,
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Nothing can start a war like love. I love this poem. when I read it "A Streetcar Named Desire" came to mind.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

STELLA!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you, Dale,
j.

[Kerra]

a bull marks its territory
a gang leader does the same
country bumpkins arrive in the city
to taste urban preserves

This is too good and so creative, love these lines Oh so much!
Bulls do, do that. Awesome write!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Kerra,
j.