Electric Crimson

on the ground
my crimson drops
that once bespoke
your entrance
the flute engorged
with sacred juice
and vial full
of chrism
dark the night
pool of silk
scarlet stains
howling at blue moon
not for you

Jack’s 2:12

let me work out my own salvation
make my own heaven and hell
develop my own dharma while i
turn my truths into pure lies
let me keep charge of my fate
seek out my own destiny
let me put off until tomorrow
what i take charge of today
apocalyse and revalation
seem like such certain things
but i know the liberty
an enlightened spirit brings

Angelic Deamons

take away my cup of drink
and my body shall live on
throw my chocolate in the fire
and somehow i’ll get on
take away all my pleasure
make me into a saint
i’ll become a zombie
a living breathing haint
when you kill off my demons
my angels will surely die
and passively next to you
upon the bed there I shall lie
let me keep my vices
the foibles that you dread
then you shall have anelic
demons there with you instead

Friday the 13th

take thirteen daemonic virgins
to go with as many angelic sluts
give me thirteen shiny silver pins
to end a thirteen month rut
thirteen full moons make a year
and some of them are blue
triskaidekaphobia
makes a pantophobe of you

IX

from a misfortune of virtue
you bravely rescued me
nights of decadence and skin
replaced the goodness without end
the brightly kindled chalice
edges out the cross of gold
with my angels and my daemons
i must survive with grace
and as a headstrong runner
make sure i set the pace
from the life of holy relics
to unconsecrated bliss
your genteel tuition has
brought me this far astray
but i take the carriage reigns
to find my immortality

Security Daemons

let me be the fallen angel
to set the course aright
let me be your guardian daemon
to shield the guiding light
there are no gods or monsters
only misfortunes of virtue
and in the night are only
the faery tales we choose
good and evil are subjective
like passion’s icey flames
yet come the dead of summer
we’ll set fire to the thames
let’s dance into the heavens
to loose your purity
unleash beast with two backs
make true the calumny
give me your reputation
to rip blithely to shreds
and a treffpunkt in kathmandu
you’ll find upon my bed
when we’re done i’ll put you
safely in your place
forever will i help you
survive with orgastic grace

Love Song Monday

i love you you love me
it’s time for cakes and sodomy
with the crack of the whip
that goes from me to you
won’t you say you love me too

i love you you love me
we’re best friends with benefits
analingus golden showers and fellatio
at my condo in WeHo

i love you you love me
you’re the bottom i’m the top
on your ass i beat a sweet tattoo
just to prove our love is true

i love you you love me
we as monogamous as can be
cause the chastity device
i mention in this song
came from keephimfaithful.com

Meat & Salt

cum grano salis take the meat
the meat that loves the salt
cum grano salis take the meat
and find there in no fault
cum grano salis find the oil
make make some slippery slopes
cum grano salis find the oil
and pin there on your hopes
cum grano salis take my words
that call you near devine
cum grano salis mark my words
you’ll be home by prime

My God Said Yes

This is my poetic response to the poem “God Says Yes to Me.”  I’ve included the original below in yellow.

I asked the God if it was okay
that I’m homosexual,
He answered yes and sent me on my way
I asked the God if it was okay
that I’m into Kink,
He answered yes and sent me on my way
I asked the God if it was okay
that I like gin, tonic, and lime
He answered yes and sent me on my way
I asked the God if it was okay
that my favorite color is black
This time the God did something different
He ask me a question
“Why would I care who you love or how
what you drink or your favorite color?
My only desire if for you to be you,
whoever, whatever, however you are.”

 ”God Says Yes to Me”

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear red nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
thanks God I said
and is it even okay if I don’t paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I’m telling you is
Yes Yes Yes
–Kaylin Haught

For the Welsh Graverobber

by dark of night
and new of moon
plot your ticks
and take me soon
soft the spot where
your trowel digs
to find treasure
dance your jig
wrap me up and
tie me tight
take me home
i’m yours tonight
close the drapes
let no one see
how you prove
your love for me
the little death
i die for you
your ruby lips
on mine of blue
with your scroll
of erudition
be the one to
save me from prudition
in dead of night
and light of moon
plot my tricks
and none too soon