Tom Snarsky

Pan-American Strawberries 

Someone I made up 
asked me about 
the question of form 
& constraint in poetry, 
like is it better 
to write with one ear 
bent to certain rules 
/traditions or is it 
better just to let it all 
in, & I was reminded 
that sfdt.com 
Stick Figure Death 
Theater dot com 
where you used 
to be able to watch 
stick figures kill 
each other 
in increasingly 
creative & sophist 
icated ways 
is now a porn site, 
a particularly run 
-of-the-mill one 
I guess I replied 
it isn’t so much one 
or the other, it’s more 
when the theme 
changes, so 
do the variations, 
almost as fun 
as playing baseball,

but not by much.
Uhra-Beata Simberg
-Ehrström, years
& years after her dad
paints The Wounded
Angel
, designs a
rya rug Pathetique
that when you see it
executed, has 
a woven signature,
“USE”

Metal, Pennsylvania 

The internet company is fucking us over

& recourse is 

another internet company 

The two geese 

who have been staying 

if they have babies it will be bad

for the pond 

I am worried about teachers 

killing themselves 

or being killed 

Kristi is a teacher I chickened out

A implies B 

if A 

there is a sickened knot in me

thinking about all this 

heinous shit being gotten away with

at our expense 

getting screwed by satellite

so I can send my little 

emails 

cant slow down your eyes enough

cant match your ear 

when you read a prayer too fast or

get ahead of the music 

if you feel sick at night at the world

thats normal 

the worlds sick at night 

the checking accounts bracing

for mornings autopay 

like birdshot removed in an autopsy

from the ass of the architect

who built this 

a six year old 

shot his teacher in Newport News

his mother was indicted 

& the world 

kept on turning 

all of this learnable

even on scam internet 

Kristi goes to school every day

the man 

in the post office jokes about showing up

to his contractors house 

with a .22 

its a dumb ragged receipt this 

scurrilous breath 

wasted 

like contraceptives on the waterfowl

like a formal complaint 

I am worried about former teachers

killing themselves 

writing whole poetry 

books about it 

clandestinely 

musing late 

at night about how destiny hides

in that word, clandestinely 

like lacustrine, it shines 

like clam, it has a secret 

a nacre

a valve 

a foot 

two feet 

spondee 

I am 

withdrawn 

like funds 

or that one student 

you might need 

to talk to 

for an extra few minutes today

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Tom Snarsky is the author of the chapbooks Threshold (Another New Calligraphy) and Complete Sentences (Broken Sleep Books), as well as the full-length collections Light-Up Swan and Reclaimed Water (both from Ornithopter Press). He lives with his wife Kristi and their cats in the mountains of northwestern Virginia.