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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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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FOLLOW TEXAS OUTLAW POET ON YOUTUBE!!!
Click the link below to follow, Texas Outlaw Poet, Jeff Callaway’s official YouTube page where you can find a large collection of many of his poem-films…
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FOLLOW TEXAS OUTLAW POET ON YOUTUBE!!!
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ABSINTHE by Jeff Callaway (Texas Outlaw Poet)
when
i drink down
this witch’s brew
of wormwood
this devilish elixir
that sets free within me
these words in me to feed
this poet in me who runs rampantly
crawling out of my woodwork like a termite
to search for something erotic
i’m nothing shocking
short of hallucinations hypnotic
my psychotropic eyes
my dropped wide jaws
with my bloodcurdling screams and applause
i’m feeding all of these faces who
are judging me
from somewhere other than themselves they plead
in beet red to dwell in hell
with eyes ghost glazed
the bells bells bells
as motion through motion they’ve failed
to live through their meager days
but my licorice sweet absinthe can take away
all of those pains
and i am the poet
i am the pimp of the perverse
and there is a darkness that lives
inside of every man
in tiny spots
or in larger splotches
i’m like a word painter with Van Gogh’s ear
to hear that blood is a gift of melancholy made
to course through my veins to feed
the force-field of this tainted blood
this liquid wickedness would prove true
this devil’s drink of which i have consumed
if only to say
i’m pro consumption
i’m pro sensation
i’m pro erection
i’m a convection engine aching
for your sex like a man possessed
writhing and screaming
for the soft embrace of my demon lover
my succubus bartending blonde bombshell from hell
but i’m not the man to bring home to mommy
and i am the absinthe poet laureate of Zen
with zeal i did seal the deal
i did ingest this dark essence
in silent sadness sackcloth moon
to feel eternally enshrouded
in these tales from the cryptic creeping
skeleton doom
swimming in these green balloons
a pagan king
i would assume
the brother to my sister the moon
existing in this wicked liquidness
to bliss
on the day of my doom
entombed
hand in hand
a zombie bride for my corpse groom
under a pagan moon in the nude
sprawled out in my wicker witches bed
where i indulge myself to taste her flesh
as she binds my hands to her buxom breasts
then turns and smiles and blows me a kiss
and then
she places her hands on the apex
of my phallus feeling
to offer her holy sacrament semen
and i die and i die and i die every day
again and again and again and again
when there is nowhere to hide
besides inside
myself
and it kills me to hope
anything will be left
of me
the pagan king
in my death shroud of black i pray
in my death shroud all night i rave
in my death shroud i drink green dreams
in my death shroud i exalt i sing
in my death shroud pagan king
to my absinthe queen!
RODE HARD & PUT UP WET by Jeff Callaway (Texas Outlaw Poet) POEMFILM
Poem film by Texas Outlaw Poet Jeff Callaway based on his poem of the same name. Please LIKE COMMENT and SHARE y’all dig!
RODE HARD AND PUT UP WET by Jeff Callaway
i’ve been rode hard
and put up wet a many a night
by dirty gin martinis
by fine moonshine
by the crucifix neon signs
of the bible belt of East Texas
where the liquor is always thicker
in one of those wet counties
and it always seems to find me quicker
over on the other side of the tracks
but back to what i was saying
i’ve been rode hard and put up wet
a many a night…
i’ve seen the likes of mystics
madmen
six naked men on bikes
in downtown San Francisco
i’ve seen the likes of speedfreak succubus angels
creeping like snakes inside my beer bottles
listening to Radiohead, reggae
redneck romantics
who had also been rode hard and put up wet
i’ve written poems which i’ve put away
until nowand poems i put to you
today…
i’ve seen the rain
from a trainfrom a Greyhound window
from a plane
i’ve seen the night inked in a blanket of fog
and i’ve sat and admired the moon from a hollow log
i’ve rolled my bones and joints
through cellar doors
through the Celis Brewery
through the celestial stars over California beaches
i love to eat the sweetest little peaches
i’ve read at Big Sur
i’ve loved English teachers
i love the sea
i love this poem that rages in me
i’ve combed the seashores
i’ve slept on floors
i’ve been locked behind bars and i’ve been free
i’ve been in a horrible mad raging sea
i’ve slept under the trees
i’ve watched evil TV’s
and i’ve seen
the sunrise the sunset
and all of these wonderful people i’ve met
who have also beenrode hard and put wet…
i’ve been drunk and just went to bed
i’ve been underfed
i’ve had sex drenched in sweat and i’ve bled
i’ve thought for sure that i was dead
i’ve thought for sure the sun would not rise again
and i’ve made friends and i’ve made love
i’ve cried and prayed to the lord up above
i’ve felt and held in the beds of my lover
sendless nights of soft flesh
wrapped in covers
under Texas skies
beside cheerleader’s thighs
in smoky rooms
the scent of northern lights
and i’ve made love on through the night
and into the day
but what i really wanted to say
was i’ve been rode hard and put up wet
a many a night…
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