The essence of existence manifested itself
in the curling of Frettie Edgy’s tongue,
the maniacal biting of his fingertips.
And why he eats and why he breathes.
Why wars are fought
why lovers are sought.
Why the Earth turns round
why laws of physics are bound.
Bite gnaw think bite gnaw think
Bite gnaw think bite gnaw sleep…
Guilt is his many toothed-monster;
gnashes and tears at emotional gizzards.
A bird of prey.
His head a trough,
his heart a buffet.
Bits of nails thicken the atmosphere like sawdust.
He bites as a cartoon character eating corn on the cob.
The 21st century anxious people make a hazy cloud in a satellite photograph.
(“Commander to base – did God unleash a plague of snow?”)
He lays down with a book and 45 minutes later has
perfunctorily snail-crawled his way through three pages
for he bite gnaw think bite gnaw think bite gnaw sleep…
Where are Frettie’s people?
Where does Frettie belong?
When Frettie finally tries to assert himself…
people tell Frettie he’s wrong?
Who can Frettie possibly trust?
What can make Frettie strong?
But then if Frettie is too nice…
does that also make Frettie wrong?
Who is Frettie?
Why does Frettie be?
Frettie is you.
Frettie is me?
Tony Blau Veldt, 03/26/2017