straightlines and frameworks
farm work of the future
the guts of the city
an army of endnotes
referencing
cholera
and its consequences
chronologic coldness
charitable interpretations
a costume for the past, worn
once
twice
at tram stops
in metro stations
at Lazarská
I wait
cold, pizza in hand
for the 57, the 59
not for the first time
whether the sun is rising or the sky is falling
I pass Ignatius Loyola on Charles Square
think of my bed, curtainless windows
& slip to sleep
From issue #3: autumn/winter 2016
About the Author
David Toms currently lives in Norway. Originally from Waterford, he lived in Cork from 2006-2015 where he studied, taught, and worked before moving to Prague. His poetry has appeared in a wide variety of magazines and journals. His first collection, Soma | Sema, was published in 2012.
