Dale Smith


From Notes No Answer

How’d I
get so
scrambled?

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Will it freeze or
rain, to bring back
a healthy sun, dew-
moistened grass, wet leaves,
good drainage, a system
of levees, dams, electro-
hydraulic generators humming
in the melted snow?

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What people and what
knowledge, what proposal or
compromise, whose fidelity
and whose lust, whose game
or who’s game and who’s not?

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Isn’t it weird
to almost always be
looking forward
to the next
distraction?

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We’re all together now,
chewing meatballs and
the good French wine
bouquets pleasantly—
what do you think?

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Is our body
of feeling somehow
other—I mean
a self—what is it
to know?

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Am I too infected
to feel the last cool of
spring in a window screen I
forgot to close when I turned
on the air conditioner?

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Does it matter if
I am a great man
or a failure, or is there
something between
worse than both?

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If words have weight
why can’t I wait for them
to let on what they want
me to know?

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Why do words weigh
so light on my tongue,
slightly prickly, or
almost rubbery, but
definitely weirdly like
let-go balloons, Cratylus?

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Was I supposed to keep
my trap shut?

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Wouldn’t you like a pint
of black Irish beer,
hot chips soaked in vinegar
and a punk rock juke box
pumping The Pogues?

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What of the star-
nosed mole or
black tailed prairie
dog—even the least
flycatcher?

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Does post-yuppie to you
seem every day
was traded for authentic
cultural versions
not of history
but an almost hormonal fascination
with style?

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Will hawks and mice
move inside or under
ground for the next wave of
proposals that issue
along the head-tail
corridor?

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Where did we go
in the moonlight with
our guns loaded, our
children yoked?

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How is it you feel
someone touch you,
pressure of breath in
soft hair, or the way
sunlight reddens skin
too long riding
in a car?

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There goes
another season
of gold fields and
red leaves, but why
don’t you change
the channel?

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There are limits,
but who’s looking?

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There’s a frame,
but who feels it?

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There’s an order,
but who’s pinched by it?

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There are fragrances,
but who’s lifted by them?

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There’s nudity,
but who’s naked?

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There are words,
but who’s talking?

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There are assumptions,
but who performs so intently?

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There are cages,
but where are the furry pets?

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There’s laughter,
but who gets the joke?

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There are values,
but what are morals?

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There’s music,
but what happened
to the boogie-woogie?

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There’s poetry,
but what’s
the measure?

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There are decorative trees,
but why no groves nor
ordered orchards?

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There are wines,
but who are the vintners?

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There’s bread,
but why can’t I
smell the baking?

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There are grapes,
but what sweetness?

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There are seasons,
but why don’t I have
time?

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There are embraces,
but who gets off?