While Peter Slept

He had blue eyes, and each time I passed, they pierced me. I notice the details. An odd thing I do. Fixating on the minutia and wondering. He wore robes. The one under, white. The one on top, blue. Praying, in a garden, before a stone. Bathed in white light. Pleading to his Father above. I imagine he must have said, "Please Man! Let this drag pass from me." While Peter slept. It had a gold leaf frame with 3-D effect. I assumed to enhance his misery, and titillate me, in style. My Grandparents kept it on the wall. Outside the one bathroom Where the light switch shocked if you weren't careful. Where Grandfather kept whiskey under the sink, and I would sneak, to try it. On Sunday afternoons. Past those sermons on Hell. And how so are we, damned to be there. I wondered, would he have liked a shot? That guy with the blue eyes. In the gold leaf frame. To calm the jitters. Before taking center stage. E.G. Maynard. 46 & 2. 3.