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  • posted: February 04 @ 9:05pm
These Arms of Mine
by David Kirby

Sometimes interviewers want to know what
dead people I’d like to have dinner with,
but my answer to that is nobody;
I mean, I wouldn’t mind following Dante around
and see who he talks to and where he shops and what

his writing schedule is, but can you imagine
trying to have a conversation with Dante?
Yeah, he wrote the greatest poem ever,
but his world view would be totally different from mine,
plus his temper was supposed to have been terrible.

Shakespeare wouldn’t say anything, probably;
he’d be storing up bits for his next play. Whitman
would probably talk your head off, and then
you’d be bored and not like his work as much as you
used to. No, I don’t want to have dinner with anybody.

But if you’re serious about time travel, I’d like
to go to Jamaica in 1967 and be sitting at a table
and drinking a Red Stripe in the after-hours club
where Bob Marley is playing, and Otis Redding,
who is touring the island, comes in “like a god,”

according to eyewitness accounts, and Bob Marley
looks up and begins to sing “These Arms of Mine.”
Wow. I tell you, I wouldn’t be myself.
I’d be Troilus or Tristan or Lancelot,
crying my eyes out for Cressida or Isolde

or Guinevere. She’d be on the battlements
of a castle in Troy or Wales or England,
all beautiful and sad-eyed, and I’d be clanking
up a storm as I drop my lance and brush
my visor back and pound the table with my mailed fist

while all the rastas look at me and say “I and I a-go
cool out wit’ a spliff, mon!” But my arms
are burning, burning from wanting you
and wanting, wanting to hold you because
I need me somebody, somebody to treat me right,

oh, I need your woman’s loving arms to hold me tight.
And I . . . I . . . I need . . . I need your . . . I need
your tender lips, and if you would let these arms,
if you would let these arms of mine, oh, if you would
just let them hold you, oh, how grateful I would be.


mattyc says:
that is a long ass freaking caption. I'm too tired to read it...maybe tomorrow.
Posted: Feb 4th, 2010 - 9:07pm -
mattyc says:
stripes though
Posted: Feb 4th, 2010 - 9:07pm -
mackle says:
i am glad to see you have safely returned to us.. you were gone there for a minute
Posted: Feb 4th, 2010 - 9:10pm -
Scrivener says:
The poem mentions a Red Stripe, so it seemed appropriate. Plus, it's be David Kirby. Not only a fantastic poet, who writes with incredible humor and wisdom, but an all around fantastic guy.
Posted: Feb 4th, 2010 - 9:10pm -
Scrivener says:
Yeah, @mackle, I feel bad that I've been such a poor participant in this final Whiskerino. I did well for the first 6 weeks or so, but then I did kinda get lost along the way. But I'm gonna try to finish out this last month strong.
Posted: Feb 4th, 2010 - 9:12pm -
c dub says:
damn, i thought of that as i saw you get in your car with a bag..."was that a camera bag?"
how silly of me. well, let's try to get that collab in this weekend. it will be very cool to see how your daughters have grown : )
Posted: Feb 4th, 2010 - 9:21pm -
hale. says:
glad you're here, and i missed your literary captions.
Posted: Feb 4th, 2010 - 10:29pm -
rachel says:
hey scriv!
Posted: Feb 4th, 2010 - 10:54pm -
ThatGuy says:
Wow. I'm bummed it took me so long to get to this shot.

That is one of the best poems I've read in a good while. Admittedly I haven't read a lot poetry recently. But that is a very good poem, and I'm glad that you included it. Thanks.
Posted: Feb 6th, 2010 - 5:13am -
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