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



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.



and so now I know

I can always catch that

night owl

back home from downtown

when I’m 2am broken and haggard

from a bender or a foul

and I’ve always gotten home

safe and sound

from Sixth Street

when its so late and so loud

and in the liquor

I’ve almost drowned

but I guess I’ve always been

a night owl

ever since I was five years old

and I set free my caffeinated soul

and awoke every morning to a hot cup a joe

with lots of sugar

lots of cream

in my cream of wheat

TV malt o meal mornings

of before school early mornings

with Mommy

the Three Stooges

with Bugs Bunny

I’m all full of coffee

because even as a kid

I’d spend all night long rocking

and so I needed that extra boost

to get my schoolwork up off me

but it was nothing like it is now

as a girlfriend starts another pot of coffee

and I smoked forty seven cigarettes yesterday

and the coffee pot hoots

like a Benzedrine train whistle

and I’m just another poet

in this Austin, Texas

is a zoo

and I’m Banzai Buckaroo

hoot hoot hoot

through every coffee shop on Guadalup’

plus Ruta Maya’s even open til two

and there really is nothing

like coffee after a night of cold brews

and a pack of Marlboros too

as my head it just soothes

in such smooth

buzzing blissful toffee

man what can I say

I mean I really love coffee

so get off me.




howdy y’all
my name is Jeff
and I’m an alcoholic
ya see
I been drinking
now ever since
the age of fifteen
when a green eyed girl
from a trailer park
in Tyler, Texas
decided to teach me
a few things
about what love means
and how love is mean
she broke my heart
she tore it out
by the seams
but before she did
she taught me to make love
she taught me to drink everything
from Jack Daniels to Moosehead
and into her pink
and I been doing it
again to myself
ever since I can think
and everything I could see
I started drinking from the bottle
then the bottle started
drinking from me
and just fifteen years later
I find myself drunk
passed out on Venice Beach
two friends and I drank three gallons
of Jim Beam with A&W’s cream soda
and we woke up in Arizona
and so the story goes
on and on and on
there’s a demon in my bottle baby
I find myself so gone
there’s a demon in my bottle
who’s needed exorcism so long
and so here’s to
my drunkard song
let me sing it
read it
all night long
empty bottles
empty cans
somehow now
I’ve become a man
screaming please remember me
and all of my empty bottles
full of memories…


dollar drafts
on Monday night
at the Hole In The Wall
after fallen light
after i read my poetry at The Hideout
i head out
through drunken Austin streets to drink
at my home away from home
and i chase the little skirts
these desserts to which i’m known
i’ve grown to love their taste and to make them my own
in a sea of cigarette butts
and lipstick lies
which link me to jukeboxes, junkies
and Jessica’s thighs …

i’m welcome in this house of social disorder
and neon signs…

dyed black hair
milky white thighs
alcoholic fantasies disguise
the shine of dollar pints
and wanton sinful eyes…

the coldest jager in town
reminds me of Alaska…

so i wink instead of ask her
she grabs my ass as i walk by
these college girls have no need to lie
and poets have so much to say
and both of us possess the need
to get drunk and get laid…

so Waldo pour us up another drink
and i’ll make another toast to make us think
and sink into dirty bar room dreams
my Jim Beam logic cannot convey…

the Hole In The Wall makes me feel so fine
the Hole In The Wall has inspired these lines
the Hole In The Wall no cover anytime
the Hole In The Wall where i spend my dimes
and find my dames…

the Hole In The Wall is its name…

the Austin Chronicles sexiest bartenders remain…

at the Hole In The Wall…

my casting call…

to debauchery!


Austin, Texas

Hole In The Wall Arcade & Restaurant Austin, TX!!!