The heart of nothing
Was left to you
In the barricaded libraries
of old paperbacks
James Thurber
and others
You'd lain there with a friend
tripping on the barricaded lsd
and saw a pattern on the white wall -
a piece of marble glued above the fireplace
with sealer used on atomic bombs
your dad said proudly
projectiles with depleted uranium he said
would penetrate the beveled armor of Russian tanks -
the pattern
Which both you and your friend saw
were just a ski logo
repeated K2 K2 K2 K2 K2
