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Texas Outlaw Press was founded when my good friend Jeff Callaway was sent to prison for the non-violent offense of possession of psilocybin mushrooms. Together …we founded the Press to publish chapbooks for readings both while Jeff was in and when he got out of the penitentiary system. The legacy of our inception is our on-going interest in working with artist who have had to suffer the indignities and injustices of the hypocritical drug laws in Texas and the U.S. In the coming years we hope to shape the Press into a helpful resource for artists trapped in the Texas prison system for non-violent drug possession. We are also interested in collaborating with Texas’s artist and political communities to bring further awareness to the injustices of Marijuana Prohibition and the harms to people’s lives caused by incarcerating non-violent drug offenders. Ultimately we would like to help educate citizens and voters about the negative consequences of current drug laws and the benefits of treatment vs. incarceration in regards to serious addiction issues. At the same time we’d like to offer a rewarding forum for self-expression to those negatively impacted by those laws and to our readers and listeners. -John-Paxton Gremillion (Co-Founder)

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when
times get tough
and bad things
happen
my lover and me
love the sound
of our skin
slapping
together
beat by beat
to one rhythm
overlapping
in time
we find
healing
with both our hearts
kneeling
on bended knees
eating
each others skin
is so revealing
peeling away
every sweet
layer
to the bone
with softest moans
melting the night
while fingers roam
feeling at home
all over us
all a glow
until
both of us
know
everything
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!!!

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A short film based on and containing the poem “Nocturnal Emissions” by Jeff Callaway, Texas Outlaw Poet. Brought to you by Good Cat/Bad Cat Productions in association with Texas Outlaw Press. All video bits are public domain. Written by Jeff Callaway. Acting by Jeff Callaway. Nararated by Jeff Callaway. Filmed and Directed by Sophia Cruz aka Mad Sophia. #TexasOutlawPress #GoodCatBadCatProductions #MadSophia #TexasOutlawPoet

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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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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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she

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…

COPYRIGHT © 2006 JEFF CALLAWAY

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every time

that i mosey on

back down home

to a southern place in my heart

that i can feel in my bones

i know

Cedar Creek Lake is in my blood

with a (903) area code

and so

whenever i feel

a little lost and low i know

just where to go

to break bread with my family and

friends

to soothe my soul

and then King and i go get drunk and

stoned

on the back road

in the old yellow El Camino

with honey roasted blunts

and a few six packs of El Pacifico

and we just let go

when a Merle Haggard song comes

on the radio

and we’re off

and theres only one place i know

in Malakoff

where the guys and girls can go

to get their rocks off

but you better walk the line

or a bouncer might knock your block off

and if you’re looking for a woman

to blow your socks off

i know just where you can find her

go east on Highway 31

to the honky tonk called

Coal Mines…

and here’s another

reminder

just to help you find her

there’s a big bright neon sign

out front

so you cant miss it

just part your dualy in the gravel

parking lot

and pay five dollars at the entrance

to find King and i

inside

on barstools

drinking ice cold Guinness

and having hell ‘o fun in

hillbilly bliss

is part of our martini existence

it’s half Martian / half Texas

with a lemon twist and

we’re in business

so let me buy you a drink

i insist

the possibilities are endless…

at Coal Miners

i wake to the daisy chain of a cowgirls kiss

at Coal Miners

i bask in the drunken sorcery of a redneck bliss

at Coal Miners

i swallow all the hello shots i can take

at Coal Miners

i found the alcohol portal to

Cedar Creek Lake…

and i scoot my boots and my booty shakes

like both dance floors are a

Texas earthquake…

at Coal Miners

© Jeff Callaway 2005

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so after

a hot night of drinking

cold cold brews

and Texas two-steppin’

with the Henderson County who’s who

the redneck reunion

of the Coal Miners crew

resumes

in the mom-and-pop

atmosphere

of an old greasy spoon

deep in the heart of Athens, Texas

for some southern fried soul food

and the psychobilly grooves

that the jukebox exudes

the tunes bloom

in special orange blossoms of

sound that you can feel

when you’re drunk at 4AM

having coffee

at the Pitt Grill

 

endless

pots of java

you can drink until

you get your fill

to help you sober up

so you can drive home

without getting killed

and when all the bars are closed

Pitt Grill is completely filled

with conversation between close friends

they really can be such a thrill

when one wiseman once said to me

sometimes “conversations kill”

but chicken friend steak, country gravy

and 3 eggs now that’s a good meal

and when its all for just $3.99

now isn’t that a deal

for real

the grease must be

enlightening

when we’re dining

under the fluorescent lighting

formica tabletops and saltshakers

seem so inviting

plus after you clean your plate

you can smoke cigarettes

inside and

that’s surprising

like back in the good old days

now isn’t this exciting

and that reminds me

of America

the home of the free

the toothless waitress on speed

ask me if i’d like more sugar or more cream

and i tell them

yes

and can i also get another

order of the hash browns

scattered

smothered

and covered…

 

© Jeff Callaway 2006

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