pitt grill
BUTT-NAKED LUNCH by Jeff Callaway (Texas Outlaw Poet)
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!!!
PSYCHEDELIC BUS TRIP (Texas Outlaw Poet) POEMFILM w/ DJ WEED
Texas Outlaw Press presents PSYCHEDELIC BUS TRIP by Texas Outlaw Poet Jeff Callaway based on his poem of the same name about a very entertaining bus trip he once took. All words and acting by Jeff Callaway. All music by DJ Weed. http://www.texasoutlawpoet.com
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TEXAS OUTLAW PRESS presents MOVE a (POEMFILM) by Jeff Callaway (Texas Outlaw Poet)
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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PHOTOS/SCREENSHOTS:
POEM W/ MUSIC (audio)
POEM W/OUT MUSIC (audio)
NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS by 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
BALLAD (Texas Outlaw Poet)EXSE POEMFILM w/ DJ SMACK
Texas Outlaw Press presents BALLAD a POEMFILM reimagining of Texas Outlaw Poet Jeff Callaway’s 2007 EXSE performance for PAC TV Austin. All words and acting by Jeff Callaway. Music by DJ Smack. http://www.texasoutlawpoet.com
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COAL MINERS by Jeff Callaway (Texas Outlaw Poet)
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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Texas Outlaw Poet, Jeff Callaway, performs his poem Coal Miner’s on EXSE showcase for PAC TV Austin on YouTube.
PITT GRILL by Jeff Callaway (Texas Outlaw Poet)
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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TEXAS OUTLAW PRESS presents MOVE a (POEMFILM) by Jeff Callaway (Texas Outlaw Poet)
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!
Watch on YouTube:
PHOTOS/SCREENSHOTS:
POEM W/ MUSIC (audio)
POEM W/OUT MUSIC (audio)
NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS by 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