Texas Outlaw Press presents a poem-film SPIRITUALIZED by Jeff Callaway based on his poem of the same name…

 

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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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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

 

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

 

ROCK-N-ROLL LANE

So now when
Sun peeks out to set
High up above those
Saturday gloomy clouds
Then there’s going to be
A rowdy party round here
When my friends
On Rock-N-Roll Lane
Are down

The storm has passed
As I cross the Caney City Bridge
I’m Rock-N-Roll bound

Roll down the windows
Kitten, take your top down
Heading North on Highway 198
Is where the fun and the funk
can be found

And if you got the coke
Then I got the crown
And if you’re experienced
And you’d like to get down
Take off that dress and lay on down
Pound plenty beers down
Pal around out of town
Then soak up the sights
Then soak up the sounds
We’re having a few friends over tonight
We’re passing the ganja around
On the leather sectional
With fold out bed
Sit down in the circle
Please sit right down
Relax back with us
Forget your frown

Kick back those tears
Watch for crossing deer
And here’s to ten more
drunken years

The only thing we have to fear
Is to run out of beers

And Fat Jesus
Saint Christopher
King and John-Paxton
There all here

Chubby says Bass is near

Dirty D’s bringing Death metal and beer

let’s drink jaeger bombs
with Andy McGee with no fear

Bryan who is no longer Skate is
Probably setting up camping gear
Somewhere near Anchorage I hear

But other than that all my close friends
Are here once I appear

I’m the Texas Outlaw Poet
Words are my career
So The Joshua says
Jeffrey come here

The McLarty’s are having a party
So cheers!

Mamba juice Jaeger shots injections of
honey butter bourbon barbecue fire

This pig this chicken this steer
This hunger inside us is dyer

On Rock-N-Roll Lane
If I said I’d never been higher
I’d be a liar

On Rock-n-Roll Lane
if you bring the fish
we got the fryer

On Rock-N-Roll Lane
There is real estate for sale
If you’re a buyer

On Rock-N-Roll Lane we’re all like
One big drunken choir.

 

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The ghazal (Arabic/Persian/Urdu: غزل) is a poetic form with rhyming couplets and a refrain, each line sharing the same meter. A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain. The form is ancient, originating in Arabic poetry in Arabia long before the birth of Islam. It is derived from the Arabian panegyric qasida. The structural requirements of the ghazal are similar in stringency to those of the Petrarchan sonnet. In style and content, it is a genre that has proved capable of an extraordinary variety of expression around its central themes of love and separation.

The ghazal spread into South Asia in the 12th century by the influence of Sufi mystics and the courts of the new Islamic sultanates. Although the ghazal is most prominently a form of Dari poetry and Urdu poetry, it is now found in the poetry of many languages on the Indian Subcontinent.

Ghazals were written by Rumi and Hafiz of Persia; the Azeri poet Fuzûlî in the Ottoman Empire; Mirza Ghalib and Muhammad Iqbal of North India; and Kazi Nazrul Islam of Bengal. Through the influence of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832), the ghazal became very popular in Germany during the 19th century; the form was used extensively by Friedrich Rückert (1788–1866) and August von Platen (1796–1835). The Kashmiri poet Agha Shahid Ali was a proponent of the form, both in English and in other languages; he edited a volume of “real Ghazals in English”. Ghazals were written by Moti Ram Bhatta (1866 – 1896), the pioneer for Ghazal writing in Nepali language.[1]

It is common in ghazals for the poet’s name (known as takhallus) to be featured in the last verse (a convention known as the maqta). (from Wikipedia)

Here is a ghazal written by, Texas Outlaw Poet,  Jeff Callaway, titled “Hungry Ghost.”

 

HUNGRY GHOST

by Jeff Callaway

 

She was gone when I needed her the most

of all. My love it is a hungry ghost

 

to haunt the halls of my hearts home as I

fall. My lonesome call is a hungry ghost

 

song. She’s gone for real. And an appetite

that cannot be filled is a hungry ghost.

 

My heart is a black hole. My heart is burnt

toast. A neutron star is a hungry ghost.

 

She awoke deathwatch beetles in me for

spite. It’s not right. Night is a hungry ghost.

 

And so tonight I fly with my giant

white gossamer wings like a hungry ghost.

 

And so tonight I float a drunken boat

on a lone sea that is a hungry ghost.

 

Tonight I fight inside myself to hope

she might return to burn a hungry ghost.

 

I miss her the most. I miss her the most.

I miss her so much like a hungry ghost.

 

with a million dreams of her leaving me

alone in bone, I am a hungry ghost.

 

A hungry ghost. I am a hungry ghost.

Boo! Jeff Callaway is a hungry ghost.

 

 

©Jeff Callaway