Zowie. Keckler ('to keckle' is to keep safe by binding with rope) suggested the following poem for National Poetry Month here on Singletails. It kind of breaks a rule, albeit a rule that I haven't quite articulated to myself: something along the lines of 'it's gotta be a poem that I read at some point and just had in my head for days.' I've never read this poem before, but I think it's safe to say that it's gonna be rolling around in my head for days. Forthwith...

Please Master
By Allen Ginsburg

Please master can I touch your cheek
please master can I kneel at your feet
please master can I loosen your blue pants
please master c an I gaze at your golden haired belly
please master can I gently take down your shorts
please master can I have your thighs bare to my eyes
please master can I take off your clothes below your chair
please master can I kiss your ankles and soul
please master can I touch lips to your muscle hairless thigh
please master can I lay my ear pressed to your stomach
please master can I wrap my arms around your white ass
please master can I lick your groin curled with soft blond fur
please master can I to uch my tongue to your rosy asshole
please master may I pass my face to your ball,s
please master,
please look into my eyes,
please master order me down on the floor,
please master tell me to lick your thick shaft
please master put your rough hands on my bald hairy skull
please master press my mouth to your prick-heart
please master press my face into your belly, pull me slowly strong
thumbed till your dumb hardness fills my throat to the base till I swallow
and taste your delicate flesh-hot prick barrel veined
Please Master push my shoulders away and stare into my eye, & make me
bend over the table
please master grab my thighs and lift my ass to your waist
please master your rough hand's stroke on my neck your palm down my backside
please master push me up, my feet on chairs, till my hole feels the breath
of your spit and your thumb stroke please master make me say
Please Master Fuck me now
Please Master grease my balls and hairmouth with sweet vaselines
please master stroke your shaft with white creams
please master touch your cock head to my wrinkled self-hole
please master push it in gently, your elbows enwrapped around my breast
your arms passing down to my belly,
my penis you touch w/ your little fingers
please master shove it in me a little, a little, a little,
please master sink your droor thing down my behind &
please master make me wiggle my rear to eat up the prick trunk till my
asshalfs cuddle your thighs, my back bent over till I'm alone sticking out
your sword stuck throbbing in me
please master pull out and slowly roll into the bottom please master lunge
it again, and withdraw to the tip
please please master fuck me again with your self,
please fuck me
Please Master drive it down till it hurts me
the softness
the Softness
please master make love to my ass, give body to center & fuck me for
good like a girl, tenderly clasp me
please master I take me to thee, & drive in my belly your selfsame sweet
heat-rood your fingered in solitude Denver or Brooklyn or fucked in a
maiden in Paris carlots
please master drive me thy vehicle,
body of love drops,
sweat fuck body of tenderness,
Give me your dog fuck faster
please master make me go moan on the table
Go moan -
please master do fuck me like that in your rhythm thrill-plunge and
pull-back bounce & push down till I loosen my asshole a dog on the table
yelping with terror delight to be loved
Please master call me a dog, an ass beast, a wet asshole & fuck me more
violent, my eyes hid with your palms round my skull & plunge down in a
brutal hard lash thru soft drip-fish
& throb thru five seconds to spurt out your semen heat over & over,
bamming it in while I cry out your name
I do love you



*whew*

The editorial staff here at Singletails will have to excuse themselves for a few minutes to lie down on the horsehide setees and ottomans in our well-appointed offices and have a cigaret after that one.

I met Allen Ginsburg (sort of) when he read at the University of Pennsylvania years and years ago. And, I heard him read a few times since then. Not too long after I moved to NYC, I saw him at a bodega on Second Avenue checking out the fruits and vegetables. And I thought that was great, because he has a poem where he imagines running into Walt Whitman at a supermarket, with Whitman oggling the stock boys.

That is a really fun poem.

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