Crowley's personal boy.

Lubomír Tomik

 how many ice floes in the shape of protozoa,
 swaying on the freezing stream of the river,       probably february,
 dripping condensed breath,

 how much blood flows in the veins,
 how many generations of the unborn pass through the vas deferens.

 On the side of the road,
 protruding intestin,
 eyes full of tears ,
 cat fur coat embedded in asphalt road.

 Crowley's personal,
 rusty boy.