writing on the walls
*sigh*
for peter "kiser" berry
incomplete because my strength wanes
and these days strength is hard to come by
i see walls before me
all covered with your name
everytime i return
to my windy home
and without fail
when realization occurs
i stop.
then tears come
the thing is ...
i cannot escape you
your moniker is
E V E R Y W H E R E
i sit on the train
turn around
and there
scratched into eternity
you are
cab
kise
kiser
or simply
my.
peter.
berry.
they say you rest in peace.
but death is not my peace.
"requiem for a vandal"
is what the front page read
then there was scandal
chicago tribune
held a tribunal
judged you in your after life
judged.
even had the audacity to say,
"good for him. he's dead."
i read it
and more i cried
like right now
i cry.
wearing your fitted
wrapped in your blanket
the only things i have left of you
besides the writings on the wall ...
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