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Click the link below to follow, Texas Outlaw Poet, Jeff Callaway’s official YouTube page where you can find a large collection of many of his poem-films…
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NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS by Jeff Callaway
my
alabaster princess
of Atlantis prances
into oblivion
kissing me with her ocean
and breathing in heavy animation
a promenade
of sensual acumen, aplomb
a parade
inside the lover’s aquarium
where there is algebra in our footsteps
and a masquerade
of opulent beauty
in the caress of her
fingertips
all icy
patterns on my bare skin
to the bone
so we drop the linen
in the kitchen
towards an apex of explosions
or a crushing weightlessness
taking us towards our graves
or mine
gravely
in the grave digger’s serenade
her tongue of waves of fire
is like life is the alphabet of death
and her teeth are like tombstones
that spell out orgies
in her mouth
where i immerse myself
mercilessly
in the rain her hair is also fire
orange and golden curls
that swirl
secret side inside secret
swirl she is a cupcake
in her creamy skin, an ivory
death wish bone china cabinet
and i am the rain
upon her sweaty bed
with its no sheets, a bare bedlam
and i am the child she is torturing
in the dungeon
with butterflies
nurturing tsunamis in my stomach
as i reside within the walls
of her
wet soft pinkness
© Jeff Callaway
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stoned
and de-throned
left out on the back porch
all alone
on the outskirts of madness
it’s weird Wednesday
psychedellia
guys running around in trench coats
with sunglasses on
strange things happening
on the neighbor’s lawn
a girl’s voice mumbling in my ear
no it’s a bird
3am cocaine nightmares
rats in the kitchen
bats in the belfry
it’s dawn and i’m still awake
the madness ensues
on the outskirts of madness
things are strange outside
these people staring at me
through the cracks in the blinds
must want me to see all these strange things
i’m telling you it’s strange
did someone just knock at the door?
no, really lock the door please, i’m scared
Devil is in the barn
dog don’t want to go out and play
the wind is crying it’s a dark day
i’m skitzin’ on the windows
at the games the light
and the shadows play
and the games that one’s ears play
on that third day
when i think someone is here
but their really in the neighbor’s driveway
i stare at these windows for days
with nothing to say…
but welcome to Speeder Freak Lake
welcome to the outskirts of madness
welcome to a season in hell
that is my sadness …
as well as my sanctuary…
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Poem film by Texas Outlaw Poet Jeff Callaway based on his poem of the same name. Please LIKE COMMENT and SHARE y’all dig!
RODE HARD AND PUT UP WET by Jeff Callaway
i’ve been rode hard
and put up wet a many a night
by dirty gin martinis
by fine moonshine
by the crucifix neon signs
of the bible belt of East Texas
where the liquor is always thicker
in one of those wet counties
and it always seems to find me quicker
over on the other side of the tracks
but back to what i was saying
i’ve been rode hard and put up wet
a many a night…
i’ve seen the likes of mystics
madmen
six naked men on bikes
in downtown San Francisco
i’ve seen the likes of speedfreak succubus angels
creeping like snakes inside my beer bottles
listening to Radiohead, reggae
redneck romantics
who had also been rode hard and put up wet
i’ve written poems which i’ve put away
until nowand poems i put to you
today…
i’ve seen the rain
from a trainfrom a Greyhound window
from a plane
i’ve seen the night inked in a blanket of fog
and i’ve sat and admired the moon from a hollow log
i’ve rolled my bones and joints
through cellar doors
through the Celis Brewery
through the celestial stars over California beaches
i love to eat the sweetest little peaches
i’ve read at Big Sur
i’ve loved English teachers
i love the sea
i love this poem that rages in me
i’ve combed the seashores
i’ve slept on floors
i’ve been locked behind bars and i’ve been free
i’ve been in a horrible mad raging sea
i’ve slept under the trees
i’ve watched evil TV’s
and i’ve seen
the sunrise the sunset
and all of these wonderful people i’ve met
who have also beenrode hard and put wet…
i’ve been drunk and just went to bed
i’ve been underfed
i’ve had sex drenched in sweat and i’ve bled
i’ve thought for sure that i was dead
i’ve thought for sure the sun would not rise again
and i’ve made friends and i’ve made love
i’ve cried and prayed to the lord up above
i’ve felt and held in the beds of my lover
sendless nights of soft flesh
wrapped in covers
under Texas skies
beside cheerleader’s thighs
in smoky rooms
the scent of northern lights
and i’ve made love on through the night
and into the day
but what i really wanted to say
was i’ve been rode hard and put up wet
a many a night…
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NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS by Jeff Callaway
my
alabaster princess
of Atlantis prances
into oblivion
kissing me with her ocean
and breathing in heavy animation
a promenade
of sensual acumen, aplomb
a parade
inside the lover’s aquarium
where there is algebra in our footsteps
and a masquerade
of opulent beauty
in the caress of her
fingertips
all icy
patterns on my bare skin
to the bone
so we drop the linen
in the kitchen
towards an apex of explosions
or a crushing weightlessness
taking us towards our graves
or mine
gravely
in the grave digger’s serenade
her tongue of waves of fire
is like life is the alphabet of death
and her teeth are like tombstones
that spell out orgies
in her mouth
where i immerse myself
mercilessly
in the rain her hair is also fire
orange and golden curls
that swirl
secret side inside secret
swirl she is a cupcake
in her creamy skin, an ivory
death wish bone china cabinet
and i am the rain
upon her sweaty bed
with its no sheets, a bare bedlam
and i am the child she is torturing
in the dungeon
with butterflies
nurturing tsunamis in my stomach
as i reside within the walls
of her
wet soft pinkness
© Jeff Callaway
Texas Outlaw Press presents a performance film of Texas Outlaw Poet, Jeff Callaway, performing a set for the Electric MarshMellow Jam on October 14, 2017. Musical accompaniment by Shane Rendon and Billy Keith Bucher. Sample intro track by DJ Weed…
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Texas Outlaw Press presents a poem-film SPIRITUALIZED by Jeff Callaway based on his poem of the same name…
Texas Outlaw Press presents a Texas Outlaw Picture and a poem film by Jeff Callaway THE LANDING STRIP based on his poem of the same name. All music and footage is in public domain. Music by DJ SMACK “Mindless.”
Texas Outlaw Press presents THE LANDING STRIP a POEMFILM by Texas Outlaw Poet Jeff Callaway based on his poem of the same name about the strip bar in Austin. All words and acting by Jeff Callaway. All music by DJ Weed. http://www.texasoutlawpoet.com
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