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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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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)
SHE by Jeff Callaway (Texas Outlaw Poet)
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
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
TEXAS OUTLAW POET ARTSPACE (PHOTOS)
TEXAS OUTLAW POET ARTSPACE by Jeff Callaway on display daily, and well hung up at the 211 Gallery in the cultural epicenter of East Texas…Athens, TX! Multimedia renderings of beer bottles and such are perfect for any bar, pool hall, or man-cave! Paintings in all sizes, ranging from $25 and up! Come on down and take a gander at them in person whenever gallery hours allow!
TEXAS OUTLAW POET @ TEXAS NORML GO GREEN EARTH DAY MIXER
Texas Outlaw Poet, Jeff Callaway, performs a set of poetry set to psychedelic, reggae, and blues music provided by Andrew Stone for TEXAS NORML on Earth Day, April 22, 2011, at the United States Art Authority, near the Spider House, at 2906 Fruth St., in Austin, Texas. He was among a long list of poets, comics, and bands that performed, including Clyde & Clem’s Whiskey Business, Samuel Caldwell’s Revenge, & Sip Sip. The event began at 6 PM and continued until 2 AM. Tickets were $15 at the door and $10 for current TX NORML members. Happy to see all of you who were there!!! GO GREEN!!!
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=108002029275687
Texas NORML Mixer Event, featuring:
Samuel Caldwell’s Revenge – http://www.reverbnation.com/samuelcaldwellsrevenge
Chris Corsbie – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NssFdba1MPQ
Dan Cioper – http://www.reverbnation.com/dancioper
Rhett Lee – http://www.rhettlee.com/
Better Halves (formerly Jiminy Crisket) – http://www.jiminycrisket.com/
One Step Program – http://www.facebook.com/pages/One-Step-Program/153460054667963
Mutant Press – http://www.mutantpress.com/
Jim Patton & Sherry Brokus – http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jim-Patton-Sherry-Brokus/46090559671
Jitterbug Vipers – http://www.reverbnation.com/thejitterbugvipers
King Kohn – http://www.reverbnation.com/kingkohn
Ky Hote – http://www.kyhote.com/
Aciable – http://www.facebook.com/people/Aciable-Austin/100000508961898
Sugar Bayou – http://www.sugarbayouband.com/
Much Love – http://www.muchlovemusic.com/
SubKulture Patriots – http://www.reverbnation.com/subkulturepatriots
Sip Sip – http://www.myspace.com/wesipsip
Ill Faded – http://www.facebook.com/pages/ill-Faded/38900522848
Clyde and Clem’s Whiskey Business – http://clydeandclemswhiskeybusiness.com/
Kat Ramzinski – http://www.myspace.com/kramzinski
Paul Bullock “America’s Pot Poet” – http://www.paulbullock.com/
Jeff Callaway “Texas’ Outlaw Poet” – http://cedarcreekpoet.blogspot.com/
Gideon the Mighty Warrior – poet
Michael Aaron Casares – http://www.carcinogenicpoetry.com/2010/06/michael-aaron-casares-one-poem.html
Brian Roberts – http://www.brianjroberts.com/
Jeff Callaway
Texas Outlaw Poet
http://www.texasoutlawpoet.com
jeffcallaway@texasoutlawpoet.com
http://www.youtube.com/texasoutlawpoet
http://www.myspace.com/texasoutlawpress
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HELEN by Jeff Callaway (Texas Outlaw Poet) POEMFILM (Trance Mix)
Texas Outlaw Press presents HELEN a Poemfilm by Jeff Callaway based on his poem of the same name dealing with the horrors of addiction and the heartache of tragic love. All words and acting done by Jeff Callaway. Music by Trancecrafter. http://www.texasoutlawpoet.com
Resources for Drug Addiction Help:
The Central Texas Area Narcotics Anonymous 603 West 13th Street Suite 1A-284 Austin, Texas 78701 http://www.ctana.org/
Austin: 512-480-0004 En Español: 512-480-0007 Toll Free: 866-79-CTANA
Lone Star Region of Narcotics Anonymous (Dallas/East Texas) http://www.lsrna.com/index.html
NA Listings for all other areas of The Lone Star State: http://theagapecenter.com/NAinUSA/Tex…
AA Listings for all of Texas http://theagapecenter.com/AAinUSA/Tex…
For Musicians:
Musicares-South Region 1904 Wedgewood Ave. Nashville, TN 37212 Ph: 615.327.0050 Toll-free Help Line: 1.877.626.2748
MusiCares Austin P.O. Box 82061 Austin, TX 78708 Ph: 512.873.0204
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HELEN by Jeff Callaway
Helen
was the most beautiful woman
on Cedar Creak Lake
and she made my heartache
when i thought of all the slow and tender love
that her and i could make
and the lifetimes i would like to take
to make it in
my Helen who was heaven-sent
an angel who fell to the earth
(and took up residence)
to show to me what true love meant
and with a little persistence
i had her convinced
to go out with me on our first date
and it was then when we found
this true love was our fate
and that as lovers
we were both first rate
and that we shared that sacred bond
my Helen was a good good blonde
Goddess on the pedestal i put her upon
juicy and delicious
Aphrodite was an apple
with no clothes on
my guilty pleasure just to look upon
her long long legs that
(for days) just went on and on
and on with satin skin of bronze
or in her Janis Joplin tee
with the knees of her jeans gone
my Helen made me feel like a rock-n-roll song
and made a bonfire in her bed
to burn all night long
(for me) and from that moment on
it was on…
but then soon
i would be
too far gone
back then
back in the days
i was doing myself wrong
i bang my gong
an anonymous automaton
with syringes for arms
almost too weak to go on upon
my crucifix needle so forlorn
track marks to adorn
a soul now born to scorn
BUT SHE LOVED ME ANYWAY
her love was UNCONDITIONAL
she loved me in her very own special way
and so one day (she looked up to me) and so
she looked right at me just to say
that she would like to try it too
and that she would pay
and from my dead broke tragic abyss
(i said okay) and with just one kiss
sealed our fate
and that was the very day
that she became my dark lady…
and she was my shady lady
and when i look back now
my regret is raging and it plagues me
and there is nothing i can say
i can only blame me
nothing can save me
i can only hate me
for all of the bitter memories
for all of her lost dreams to dependency
a license to ill to infinity
for those five doomed years of crazy
that she stayed with me
fighting to breathe in our habitual Hades
shooting COCAINE and HEROIN
and METHAMPHETAMINES
as i watched my life
and my love
go down in flames with me
drowning in a chemical sea
where the devil’s tongue is waves of sex and drugs
and death and love is licking me
this junky’s life isn’t easy
believe me
you reap when you plant the seed
but in Helen i harvested
a hellishly haunted dream
one blackened bad bad memory
of that macabre night that i will always remember
of that cold gray gothic night in early December
the needle still hung in her arm that had once held me close
i found her lying there dead in our bed
blue with an overdose.
© Jeff Callaway
