no helmet laws in this town
i got a ride with Chris
to the other side
near the lake
where Eddie works
at the art school
refrigerated demons
they had a guard
who said Eddie wasn’t there
and I couldn’t even walk around
so I walked over to the lake
the great one
wider than the Mississippi
but not nearly as wild
watched the sailboats
listened to the riggings
knocking against the masts
like some secret marimba
a woman on the other park bench
a secretary perhaps
checked her legs
for a run
in her hose
I looked down at the holes
in the knees
of my jeans