Texas Outlaw Press presents a Texas Outlaw Poet picture by Jeff Callaway based upon his poem of the same name a celebration of movement. All acting and narration by Jeff Callaway. Music by DJ Smack. Follow Texas Outlaw Poet, Jeff Callaway, at http://www.texasoutlawpoet.com!


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Texas Outlaw Press presents a poem film by Texas Outlaw Poet Jeff Callaway called “LONELY GIRL” based on his poem of the same name from his poetry collection, A Peck Of Pickled Poems, available on Amazon!

LONELY GIRL by Jeff Callaway

lonely girl

with beautiful lips

her sleepy eyes, dreamy

these incandescent incantations

limiting my ability

to see things clearly

beyond her years

sweeter words

that only her lips have heard

sincere moments of her breathing

sleeping hands

restless at her feet

with angel’s wings

and words that burn

the fore thought of forgotten emotions

falling unheard

and so without asking her

if I could kiss her

she said yes

and she showed to me

what heaven really could be

or that it did

really exist

once my lips touched hers

pillow skin lips

that touched me with sugary heaven

and spoke of words

words with language that danced

like a dancer

cotton eyed joe my soul

she spoke to me

in whispers

tiny kisses

my hands on her thigh

as she awoke


bathed in beauty

her lips






sat there in the smoky room

where the poets loomed in the gloom

and the coffee brewed

as time seemed to

stand still

I knew that she was real

or that she was like

a wonderful white rose

just waiting to bloom

in Spring

or even right there in front of me

where I noticed how her bones caught

shadows of light

from beneath her skin

that I wanted to be inside

and soon

I longed to touch her

with my long velvet tongue

my hands

calloused and wet

with words

with ink there of

that burned

into the page that was her

with long blonde tresses

and spectacles

all spectacular she

was just like she was

the moon

that I could feel her

pull like I was the ocean

my swoon and my sway

as she sat there silently

scrawling romantic electric words

with her doll like hands

creamy and ceramic

into her black leather notebook

where she kept her poems and things

she seemed just like a cat

with her litters of light

as I took the stage

to read

I watched for her responses

to each

of my bombastic elastic words

that I bombarded

upon her ear lobes

until she became shell shocked

and pulled her kites, her eyes

from the page

to glance up at me

with her eyes

her eyes like lights

that shown up on the stage

where I stood lonely

and longed for her to join me there

but she just smiled…


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by Jeff Callaway

I spent

My whole life

Rocking and rolling

Cocked and loaded like

Nothing ever lasts

And I grew up way too fast

But I’ve had a few laughs At last

I’ve stayed away from my past

I’ve strayed away from my roots

And I’ve played the outlaw

A time or two you know

Trouble for me was

Nothing new

Just something to do

And it’s no excuse

I guess I never knew

All I had to lose I guess

I was born with them

Henderson County Blues…
I was born

With my neck in a noose

Baptized myself in this

Bottles of booze

With blues

But Mama didn’t raise no brute

I guess you could say

I never gave no hoot

And by the time I was nine

I’d learned to shoot

My Daddy bought me my .22

And by 22
I’d run off with the loot

Traded my rattlesnake skins in

For combat boots

A ten-gallon hat in

For bleaching my roots

I filled the tank up

I let the clutch out

Like I was death proof

Through Cedar Creek Lake

I have boomed

And I’ve zoomed

And I always knew that I was doomed

Ever since the warrant

Was issued

And my reputation grew

I’ve had a bad case of them

Henderson County Blues…

By high noon

I’ve dug the underground

I’ve paid my dues

I left the cops with

Hardly any clues

Their pursuit of me

I would elude while

Their hatreds for me

Grew and grew

From the first day

I made the front page of

The Athens Daily Review

I knew that Huntsville had

Some time for me to do

I got to pay the price for these

Henderson County Blues…
Which includes
Some methamphetamine

And a trash bag of shrooms

A decade of heroin abuse

Mixed with a shot of cocaine

With some shades of grey and some may say

I’ve gone a bit insane

In my membrane

I’m an old drinker and tweaker

Of speeder freak lake fame

The Texas Outlaw Poet

Is my name

And I’m here

Just to tell you the truth

Just to share the news

I know I’m going to die

Tonight with my

Henderson County Blues…

Henderson County Blues

Hurts like hell

Henderson county Blues

My hopeless tale…






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


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


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


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 POET ARTSPACE by Jeff Callaway on display daily, and well hung up at the 211 Gallery in the cultural epicenter of East Texas…Athens, TX! Multimedia renderings of beer bottles and such are perfect for any bar, pool hall, or man-cave! Paintings in all sizes, ranging from $25 and up! Come on down and take a gander at them in person whenever gallery hours allow!

Texas Outlaw Poet, Jeff Callaway, performs a set of poetry set to psychedelic, reggae, and blues music provided by Andrew Stone for TEXAS NORML on Earth Day, April 22, 2011, at the United States Art Authority, near the Spider House, at 2906 Fruth St., in Austin, Texas. He was among a long list of poets, comics, and bands that performed, including Clyde & Clem’s Whiskey Business, Samuel Caldwell’s Revenge, & Sip Sip. The event began at 6 PM and continued until 2 AM. Tickets were $15 at the door and $10 for current TX NORML members. Happy to see all of you who were there!!! GO GREEN!!!




Texas NORML Mixer Event, featuring:

Samuel Caldwell’s Revenge – http://www.reverbnation.com/samuelcaldwellsrevenge

Chris Corsbie – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NssFdba1MPQ

Dan Cioper – http://www.reverbnation.com/dancioper

Rhett Lee – http://www.rhettlee.com/

Better Halves (formerly Jiminy Crisket) – http://www.jiminycrisket.com/

One Step Program – http://www.facebook.com/pages/One-Step-Program/153460054667963

Mutant Press – http://www.mutantpress.com/

Jim Patton & Sherry Brokus – http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jim-Patton-Sherry-Brokus/46090559671

Jitterbug Vipers – http://www.reverbnation.com/thejitterbugvipers

King Kohn – http://www.reverbnation.com/kingkohn

Ky Hote – http://www.kyhote.com/

Aciable – http://www.facebook.com/people/Aciable-Austin/100000508961898

Sugar Bayou – http://www.sugarbayouband.com/

Much Love – http://www.muchlovemusic.com/

SubKulture Patriots – http://www.reverbnation.com/subkulturepatriots

Sip Sip – http://www.myspace.com/wesipsip

Ill Faded – http://www.facebook.com/pages/ill-Faded/38900522848

Clyde and Clem’s Whiskey Business – http://clydeandclemswhiskeybusiness.com/


Kat Ramzinski – http://www.myspace.com/kramzinski


Paul Bullock “America’s Pot Poet” – http://www.paulbullock.com/

Jeff Callaway “Texas’ Outlaw Poet” – http://cedarcreekpoet.blogspot.com/

Gideon the Mighty Warrior – poet

Michael Aaron Casares – http://www.carcinogenicpoetry.com/2010/06/michael-aaron-casares-one-poem.html

Brian Roberts – http://www.brianjroberts.com/


Jeff Callaway

Texas Outlaw Poet









Texas Outlaw Press presents HELEN a  Poemfilm by Jeff Callaway based on his poem of the same name dealing with the horrors of addiction and the heartache of tragic love. All words and acting done by Jeff Callaway. Music by Trancecrafter. http://www.texasoutlawpoet.com

Resources for Drug Addiction Help:
The Central Texas Area Narcotics Anonymous 603 West 13th Street Suite 1A-284 Austin, Texas 78701 http://www.ctana.org/
Austin: 512-480-0004 En Español: 512-480-0007 Toll Free: 866-79-CTANA
Lone Star Region of Narcotics Anonymous (Dallas/East Texas) http://www.lsrna.com/index.html
NA Listings for all other areas of The Lone Star State: http://theagapecenter.com/NAinUSA/Tex…
AA Listings for all of Texas http://theagapecenter.com/AAinUSA/Tex…
For Musicians:
Musicares-South Region 1904 Wedgewood Ave. Nashville, TN 37212 Ph: 615.327.0050 Toll-free Help Line: 1.877.626.2748
MusiCares Austin P.O. Box 82061 Austin, TX 78708 Ph: 512.873.0204


HELEN by Jeff Callaway


was the most beautiful woman

on Cedar Creak Lake

and she made my heartache

when i thought of all the slow and tender love

that her and i could make

and the lifetimes i would like to take

to make it in

my Helen who was heaven-sent

an angel who fell to the earth

(and took up residence)

to show to me what true love meant

and with a little persistence

i had her convinced

to go out with me on our first date

and it was then when we found

this true love was our fate

and that as lovers

we were both first rate

and that we shared that sacred bond

my Helen was a good good blonde

Goddess on the pedestal i put her upon

juicy and delicious

Aphrodite was an apple

with no clothes on

my guilty pleasure just to look upon

her long long legs that

(for days) just went on and on

and on with satin skin of bronze

or in her Janis Joplin tee

with the knees of her jeans gone

my Helen made me feel like a rock-n-roll song

and made a bonfire in her bed

to burn all night long

(for me) and from that moment on

it was on…


but then soon

i would be

too far gone

back then

back in the days

i was doing myself wrong

i bang my gong

an anonymous automaton

with syringes for arms

almost too weak to go on upon

my crucifix needle so forlorn

track marks to adorn

a soul now born to scorn


her love was UNCONDITIONAL

she loved me in her very own special way

and so one day (she looked up to me) and so

she looked right at me just to say

that she would like to try it too

and that she would pay

and from my dead broke tragic abyss

(i said okay) and with just one kiss

sealed our fate

and that was the very day

that she became my dark lady…


and she was my shady lady

and when i look back now

my regret is raging and it plagues me

and there is nothing i can say

i can only blame me

nothing can save me

i can only hate me

for all of the bitter memories

for all of her lost dreams to dependency

a license to ill to infinity

for those five doomed years of crazy

that she stayed with me

fighting to breathe in our habitual Hades

shooting COCAINE and HEROIN


as i watched my life

and my love

go down in flames with me

drowning in a chemical sea

where the devil’s tongue is waves of sex and drugs

and death and love is licking me

this junky’s life isn’t easy

believe me

you reap when you plant the seed

but in Helen i harvested

a hellishly haunted dream

one blackened bad bad memory

of that macabre night that i will always remember

of that cold gray gothic night in early December

the needle still hung in her arm that had once held me close

i found her lying there dead in our bed

blue with an overdose.

© Jeff Callaway


times get tough
and bad things
my lover and me
love the sound
of our skin
beat by beat
to one rhythm
in time
we find
with both our hearts
on bended knees
each others skin
is so revealing
peeling away
every sweet
to the bone
with softest moans
melting the night
while fingers roam
feeling at home
all over us
all a glow
both of us
is gonna be
alright everything
and now we see
love is all
we’ll ever need
and sex is a feast
so i’ll serve the beef
whenever life
seems so mean
my baby and me
hear a dinner bell ring
and again
and again
it’s time to feed
it’s time to eat
the butt-naked lunch
bon appetit!!!


i can see
two of everything
as these
sonar radio waves sing
in the sky
like perfect circles of light
come alive on this crazy night
when the heavy sight
of the moon
hangs tight
in its lunar basket of atoms
to bathe in this dark blackness
only to feel the stars showering glow
in the theater of meteors
to touch my skin
to fill in
the wide open spaces of
translucent in the face of my stoned night sky
standing on a beach staring at the sea
and asking myself why
am i
here in Galveston, Texas drunk and high
watching my words
pull these feelings from
the high tide
as i write
my words of sin
my words of vice
lanky lurking liquored words
the sober mans thoughts bottled in
drunken slurred words
with euphoric words to kiss behind your ears
with tickling tingling tenderness to tears
and to take
your heart close to mine
just like fate
and tonight
there are no clues in the booze
and i’ve nothing to lose
just by singing the blues
there’s no clues
in the booze
so i’ll just drink a few more
know what to do’s
when love
isn’t coming from nowhere
and isn’t growing on trees
where does this leave me
but to step inside my drunk sleeping bag
on the whiskey beach
and write my drunken ramblings
alcohol sleep…