Tom Formaro
Airbnb Advice
My welcome has outstayed languorous
verbiage and recorded time-slip in five-four—
but not before the betweening predetained
eternity and its pervicacious silence in the last
measure—I could never find my grandparents
treasure so please accept these three fuchsia
pink roses in a stained Mason jar by the door-
step—or at least try the smallest detached
dewy petal before you go—Take the main bed-
room if you like—the wallpaper makes me dizzy
and gives me cravings for circular arguments
and square roots of prime numbers—I had
an irrational vision of a red moon in May
that incriminated me in a cool misty mourning
Bank Run Advice
Lateral parentheticals forged in successive
missed apprehensions remain highly un-
certain—The curtain calls again and again
Will someone finally pick up the pieces
and provide the maverick right hand with
enough permeable excuses to dribble
out the clock—Take shock and thaw the
events but don’t call it a blackjack clap
back unless you can outgun all the other
kids in their cardiac kicks—If the night is
filled with scholars and soldiers call it
the magic of metallic madness washed
out in the valley of fallen angels glowing
among acres of corroded teardrop campers
Tom Formaro is a writer, drummer, and dad. His poetry is forthcoming in Janus Head, and his fiction has appeared in Spoilage, Akkadian, and SoMa Literary Review. He has also published a novel, The Broken Heart Diet, and a children's story (co-authored with his wife, Rachel), Alfonso the Christmas Pumpkin. Tom has taught creative writing in an elementary after school program, to at-risk middle school students and in private workshops. His poetry takes random and deliberate thoughts, glances, and earshots and torques them until some sense of motion emerges. He holds an M.A. from Iowa State University. He lives in Des Moines, Iowa, United States with his wife and daughter. The poems above are from his in-progress collection, Advice for My Daughter.
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