J. Donnelly- Two Poems

9-11 Snorks Courage

Before 9-11 Snorks roamed around their underwater village

zero concern of foreign attackers

After the first plane when into the first building

You couldn’t go in or out of the village without presidential clearance

Everyone got really scared and started to piss everywhere

This made the mayor happy,

he owned stock in public sanitation,

Made millions,

Which he kept for himself, despite pleas for charitable support,

 

The water got so murky that you couldn’t see a clown fish

Crabs died off

It finally took the collapse of Snork Fund Trust

Wastelands of huts

Expensive bubbles

For snorks to realize that they’ll still be safe

Even if they have more regulations

 

 

Birds on the walk home

There are birds on the walk home that bemoan

My somber attitude and chirp slang platitudes

This genetic hatred masked in phonetic candid

Speech, easily accomplishing blank stares from the beak,

Glum nests look like their neighbors places of rest,

their chests are all puffed up like their neighbors’ chests,

They laugh at people who stash

Their egos inside tee shirt gazebos

Showing off the culture of the un-bought

Unbound to store windows and unafraid to suckle Cheetos

Looking fresh, where styles mash up and mesh,

With their feathers gleaming like tanned leathers

They watch and judge and judge and watch

You walk up the street, chirping to the beat

Of the traffic, trying not to feel the static

Shock of a stuck up flock

waving goodbye from middle claw in the sky