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HELEN by Jeff Callaway (video)
Texas Outlaw Poet, Jeff Callaway, reads his classic, haunting and tragic narrative about love and addiction. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8TsOQakxv4
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
LAID by Jeff Callaway
LAID
by jeff callaway
as now I lay
my pen to write
these words do fold
to ink the night
in ravishing hues of you
in colors true
lips red
face rouge
in my pockets and blues
I'm happy to see you
with a sword through my side and soul
and a fast train to D-town to die
I will consume these lies
and pretend that you love me
even though you despise me
you try to disguise me
you try to make me not want to be me
you just don't feed me
and in the end
I just want to be me
this poet
this man
this me
if only I could ever be
this man that I dream to be
all dreamed and clean
and on the scene
behind a silk screen
but still more brighter believe
me always effortlessly fallen asleep
awakening to my lazy dreams
and kicking this cling to me
and this perilous timeless sea
or this somehow always pyrite dream
full of all these haggish fiends
and the sting of those busy bees
to fade this flop with ease
and shake these knobby knees
like so many leaves
in the sun
copyright jeff callaway 1996
MOVE by Jeff Callaway
MOVE
by Jeff Callaway
move this flesh
this soul at rest
this flesh unwed
this flesh utterly
yielding…
this flesh twice fed
and put to bed…
this weary worded unwinding of flesh…
this once or twice or thrice at best…
see me now at my best, so take me…
this binding of life and love
this leisure like hour
this school of thought
this principal of adhesion…
let's soak it all in, let's live deep from within…
let's become
let's get some sun
all in good fun
accept me for who I am
catch my drift
catch me falling off a cliff
you are the reason that I exist
the flesh is the key…
the adamant Atlantic
to the west I say in purest form
purest form, nature
the unbounded sea all bounced
unbound these curling waves
with their tongue to the beach
in the kiss of the tide…
old moon rising and falling
all sad song said and done
all to where these words become
this love of flesh and bones and words
this love to you with heart like doves
to you for whom this heart does yearn
this love does seeketh thee…
and finds me and flies and moves me…
moves the waves, moves this unlimited sea
uninhibited moves me, moves these…
fractions of time in rhyme with the time
in eternity…
move this rhyme, rearrange these lines
it's the sign of the times and no I'm not fine
I'm moved…
copyright jeff callaway 1996
LOST MAPLES by Jeff Callaway
LOST MAPLES
by jeff callaway
north
of Vanderpool
upon the Sabinal River
with varicolored trees
on rolling hills
which Mother Nature does deliver
in Autumn
a most majestic Texas sight
deep in the heart of
Lost Maples
we three friends
did camp one
night…
just Bryan, Josh and I…
sometime
shortly thereafter sunrise
in a beautiful birth of first light
we arrived
a wondrous wedding of friends
to nature's sweet delight
we set out on a five mile hike
out to our most quaint camp sight
upon the shores
of a clear and meandering stream
which the earth did feed
from the womb
of its natural spring
from atop a mighty limestone peak
my brave Bryan did dive
into its cool
refreshing
deep…
ancient
tall tall trees
live among the splendor
of the leaves
yellow, brown and green
Uvalde Bigtooth Maples dream
dramatic scenery
the Green Kingfisher sings
the song that late October brings
to echo against those rocky peaks
where Golden-Cheaked Warblers
nest and feed in Spring
to awaken the great Gray Fox that sleeps
the White-Tailed Deer
the bobcats screech
javelina, armadillos, raccoons root free
with all the flora and fauna
who both live together in peace
in nature's sweet sweet
simplicity…
and then
a lonesome
wind did speak
to Bryan, Josh and me
a breeze that blew bitter
bittersweet
up above and beyond
a canopy of trees
and those scenic streams
the sunlight beams
off clearest creeks
beside the deepest variations
of steep and rugged limestone canyons
we finally stood atop a grey plateau grassland
to admire
a limitless landscape of endless
wooded slopes
that sat softly radiant
in evening's pink
afterglow…
and also
archaeological
evidence does show
that prehistoric peoples
once did roam those
rolling hills that rolled and roll
from a horizon of black gold
to distances unknown
my friend Josh was even told
Apaches and Comanches
in days of old
both brave and bold did pose
a most menacing threat to those
settlers they met
who stole their homes
if truth be told
and truth be known
Josh told me so
by the campfire's warmest glow
by the campfire's wildest light
later that night
we both agreed that it wasn't right
but that Lost Maples was quite a sight
so while in hammock Bryan slept tight
right within the confines
of our quiet
and quaint camp sight
as Josh and I both drank
we came alive
alive we cried
under that wide open starry sky
of Texas night…
just Bryan, Josh and I…
copyright jeff callaway 2005
A FOREST BY Jeff Callaway
A FOREST
our love
it was a forest
baptized
in darkness of night
she was a huntress with amethyst eyes
and I
was a mockingbird in flight
drinking mai-tai's
when what we had just felt so right
like silent moments or only breathing noises
shared between her and I
and all the evanescence of those times
in her Big Thicket's wilds
those games
we once played twice in one night
like hide and go seek
or delicious disguise
or we were learning to ride
a bike in her bed
was quite nice
while the tar sky
inked dark and old and bold
and bright was her ceiling
inside her
bedroom of the night
it was like
some psychedelic black light
and besides
the grass was crushed emerald glass
(or carpet)
and the pine trees were alive
alive alive walls
with leaves of hunter green
or lemon
or lime
that time the moon was a golf ball of twine
as "fore" I cried
I swung my nine iron wide
awake in America I
crossed her continental divide
where it was warm inside
and I smiled
like a big dumb child
with orchids for eyes
closed clinched tight
dreaming a world of pleasure
inside her animal eyes
inside her porcelain thighs
her breasts
my powdered milk delight
and like I said
what we had just felt so right
those wet explosions inside
a forest
of the night
copyright jeff callaway 2005
NAOMI by Jeff Callaway
NAOMI
by jeff callaway
I'd give you my world
if you'd just kiss me right now
like a lover you've known
for so long
how my fingers wander
makes you wonder
how I always seem to see
the image of an ocean in your eyes
and the river that runs through it
a thin disguise to your heart
and so I guess what I'm trying to say
is…
I've loved you from the start…
so kiss me naked
and poised like fine art
and run away with me
and my heart
to San Francisco in Spring
to live with me
and to be so free
in a two story white adobe
with a little white picket fence
and we'll rinse our brand new Hondas
with spot free rinse and glint
and we'll grow like weeds
oh why can't you see
that you need me indeed
and I dream
of you and me in the gold and orange sun
or in the tub scrubbing up
our skin could be so much fun
coming out
so fresh and so clean
so early in Spring
with your flowers so bare
and opening up
and blossoming
and I think you must be
some kind of angel with wings to me
and so with these wings
fly inside of me
and cast aside all of your doubt
to indulge
in the pleasure of
my wet lips…
kiss me again
and tilt your head
a little to the side
this time it's almost one
and I promised you'd see the sun
and also breakfast…
poems
about your lips and
poems
about your hips and
poems
about your thighs
poems
about your eyes and
poems
in your eyes…
poems
that please and pun
poems
that are fun to someone
poems
that have gotten us nowhere
'til now and this
kiss…
and so
please stop leaving
and like me
or lick me with love
like little doves
from your mouth
or your mouth
your mouth…
I'd wait for a month
just to hear your voice…
I'd die in the dark and rejoice…
I promise
I won't make no noise
if you'll just sleep here
beside me tonight
it's so cold
so we'll just cuddle
for warmth
okay?
copyright jeff callaway 2003
TO: JOHN FOGERTY by Jeff Callaway
TO: JOHN FOGERTY
the crickets chirp
an old Creedence tune
like Bad Moon-
Rising or Born On The Bayou
the water moccasins sing too
through
poison devil tongues
of Satan's tooth
to
hiss the song right on through
their mouths agape and cotton fanged
the moonlight serenade
alligators and crocodiles promenade
to Have You Ever Seen The Rain
their ivory wide smiles for miles
seem to say
yes
to the bullfrogs bopping
the slimy toads hopping
this Green River is never stopping
with snapping turtles surfing
on logs meant for the chopping
so just Keep On Chooglin'
up to the big Bad Moon
Rising
above John Fogerty's phantasy zoo
where his creatures in Mississippi mud
sing the blues
in the breeze
just cause
I saw it on TV
the footprints of the Boggy Creek
monster
mad in marshy marmalade mud
this Blue Moon Swamp is a musical masterpiece
to flood
the silhouettes of cypress trees
as the dark shadows bud
and bloom
to the lead guitar grooves
and the lead singer's croons soothe too
his music sets the mood
while lily pads float soliloquies to
the rowdy river
that mirrors
the mystical sky in deep blue
to ooby dooby ooby dooby ooby dooby too
like Willie and The Poor boys do
when the marshmallow clouds thunder and boom
and rain down on birds of prey
but the whooping crane plays
like my ding a ling shakes like a big rattlesnake
and he smiles
with a catfish in his slender throat
and a hungry death wish hope
as the great horned owl
watches all suspicious eyed
hoot hoot hooting
copyright jeff callaway 2003
DAY 1 by Jeff Callaway
DAY 1
from day one
it's you
against The Man
all with a grain of salt
and peanuts in your hands
and your courage
and your convictions
and all your fool's mistakes
it seems like you were destined
to fail
ever since you were
a babe
but babe cease not
and forever not
now be
the kind of man
who turns pillars to salt
and parts the wildest seas
but cease not
now be
of the blood of life
live now
to drink
drink deep
but drink bold
and to your own
strong soul be true
bend not
at these futile words
that so forever fold
and bold blow
and sing your own tune
and go here
and go there
go your own way
you have the right
to choose
just don't be painted blue
paint yourself
every color that is you
be undaunted
to your ownself
be true
be cool
be you
just like I do
copyright jeff callaway 1998
BEE CAVE SUNRISE POEM by Jeff Callaway
BEE CAVE SUNRISE POEM
by Jeff Callaway
we are all alone here
we do not know this place
we are lost
we are mad children
not knowing
the meaning of words
unlearned to us
but not free form
flowing forms of madness
words
unfurled and still
unknown to both of us
but real
and still more truer still
than ill
or even a breath
or even just a kind word
to you
none the less
I'm something special
you can take home with you
undressed
I'm naked, shaved
I'm all clean
I'm like a new baby
out in the light
my shiny iridescent dream
like belief
for someone who
could not conceive
of belief
or dream to ever be
someone's queen bee
or king of this
brave new world
and with words wield this love sword
like a welder all woven
in green shades
of plenty pockets please
this please this
desirous need
for uncertainty
like steel dim obedience
and blinding light
and how light can play
out this scheme
and what it all means
and what it all means
and how all of this
all of this words
and nothingness
and birds
can only lead to
sex
and flying
or staring at everything
with a pen in your hand
at sunrise
SHE by Jeff Callaway
SHE
by jeff callaway
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
NIGHT OWL by Jeff Callaway
NIGHT OWL
by jeff callaway
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
copyright jeff callaway 2005
BODY PAINTING CEREMONY by Jeff Callaway
THE BODY PAINTING CEREMONY
we listen
like thieves
to the beginning
to the end
as the body
painting ceremony
begins
with my sensual
sexy special surprise
and all for my favorite baby
on her twenty first birthday night
when we both get undressed
but we both don't hide
where the sun don't shine
you can see us just fine
as she unwrapping and unopening
this present of romantic bliss
and this recklessness
is seething heaven
for just her and I
and our rhythmic blessings
pressed tight with our bare thighs
and our magnetized lovers eyes
to rub a dub in the tub
wet hot
my spa is ka
by candlelight
with the foreplay
and the drip dry
has her new adventures in hi fi
and our hearts all hurly-burly
with our lips all wet with lingual kisses
as she closes her eyes
to make birthday wishes
she is both my masterpiece
and my apprentice
as she answers my body painting advances
her flesh is my canvas
and I've covered the bed in plastic
and my mattress
is graph paper
for the geometry of our love making
elliptical
slivers of silver
metallic paint to radiate
upon her flanks
her sweet meat flesh
to break the bank
under the mesh
of bleached pubic regions
as I color all four of her seasons
on all fours
when I'm on the floor
her belly is a bowl of apples and oranges
when I daub on a crown of thorns on the arms
of my Chloe dancer paramour
and then I adorn
upon one tiny foot
a forlorn Van Gogh
and on the other a piece of a poem by Poe
that reads quothe the raven nevermore
and my body painting kit is a big hit
yeah it's a righteous score
that I bought in the Fort Worth bookstore
where four leap clovers upon each of her toes were born
to bring good luck to her luxurious form
an electrical symmetry
to our eclectic chemistry
is painted flames to keep her warm
and to keep our love life
oh so bright
like a red candle to burn
all through the night
while the green grass drips high
on the floor
where the yellow rose of Texas
dreams more rainbow scenes
to turn over the paintings
that are not what they seem
but only naked scenery
as my fingers
begin increasing these
finger painting dreams
as I paint on
colored strokes
upon my lovers skin
in tribal patterns
meditation
zen
copyright jeff callaway 2003
TO: DALE EARNHARDT JR. by Jeff Callaway
TO: DALE EARNHARDT JR.
by jeff callaway
speed kills
but Dale Earnhardt Jr.
does it for thrills
and he does it on all four wheels
with balls of steel
he goes through all five gears
as his tires squeal
into turn two he steers
and the rubber he peels
reads Goodyear
but the car that he drives says
Budweiser is the King of Beers
as he faces 500 laps with
no fear
the power of 800 horses
wrings competitors tears
and adds one more win
to his fabulous career
'cause he's a champion
chasing the cup
to the sound of the crowds cheers
but all 8 pistons firing
is all that he can hear
lap after lap
until the checkered flag appears
or Daytona burns
'cause he's got some points
that he's got to earn
and all the other race car drivers
got a lesson to learn
from Dale
and all of his fans
got different stories to tell
about how number 8
drives like a bat out of hell
in a red Chevrolet
and you can ask
any of the drivers
and I'm sure they'd say
that when the green flag goes up
Dale Earnhardt Jr.'s racing to win
the Nextel Cup
copyright jeff callaway 2005
JUNEBRIDE by Jeff Callaway
JUNEBRIDE
she was hotter
than a June bride
on the fourth of July
and I knew I just had to
make her mine
if only for one night
if only for the rest of our lives
she said to me that it'd be alright
if I came with her to her house that night
and so I bought her a beer
and then I booked us a flight
to some place called Astoria
to some place where she could cool off
she said her name was Gloria
and I said that was fine
and we had such a good time
as we drank bottles of wine
and she read my mind
and my new chapbook
as she put on chapstick
as she licked her lips
and then she lit
us both another cigarette
and then she lit an incense stick
she was about to light herself on fire
and I was inspired
I danced on the wire
my face licked the fire
and I lapped up the last of my supper
I introduced her to my mother
she became one of my greatest lovers
and my latest flame
as she spoke my name
and then burst into flames
late one June day
copyright jeff callaway 2004
LONELY GIRL by Jeff Callaway
LONELY GIRL
by Jeff Callaway
lonely girl
with beautiful lips
her sleepy eyes, dreamy
these incandescent incantations
limiting my ability
to see things clearly
beyond her years
sweeter words
that only her lips have heard
sincere moments of her breathing
sleeping hands
restless at her feet
with angel's wings
and words that burn
the fore thought of forgotten emotions
falling unheard
and so without asking her
if I could kiss her
she said yes
and she showed to me
what heaven really could be
or that it did
really exist
once my lips touched hers
pillow skin lips
that touched me with sugary heaven
and spoke of words
words with language that danced
like a dancer
cotton eyed joe my soul
she spoke to me
in whispers
tiny kisses
my hands on her thigh
as she awoke
still
bathed in beauty
her lips
still
shimmering
dancing
copyright jeff callaway 2004
INSOMNIAC by Jeff Callaway
INSOMNIAC
by Jeff Callaway
I just can't sleep
with you beside me
you leave me hot and bothered
and burning
for love
at night
sweating against you again
sighing
your perspiration
my body slides against yours
my hands resting flat
on the backs of your thighs
my hands gliding
my hands
never resting
but counting the sheep
and counting your blinks as you sleep
and you dream beneath me
the beauty that lies
beneath the lids of your eyes
as I pull your hair back
behind your ear
I tenderly kiss your neck
as I listened to the rhythms
of your breathing
and the beat of your heart beating
but still awake
my heart at your feet
as I wait for you to open your eyes
I just can't sleep
with you by my side
and so just take me in
like a wet stranger
take me in
to the moonlight of your
warm and crazy home
and on my body rest your bones
making me breathe like worthless merchants
in the valley of the dolls
walls holding moaning our oneness
in the morning
all of these
new breaths like newness
that's falling like dew onto
the mouth of love
this yearning to learn your oneness
and make it my own
make it something of bones
clay twigs and mold
it's my fort
it's something that cannot be sold
something that is yours alone
that cannot be shown
but only be known
now that you're grown
and you're out there
in the void
all alone
in this darkness
they call heaven
it still can be
so cold
down here in Texas
with all of this
heart
to roam
ROSE GENTIANS by Jeff Callaway
ROSE GENTIANS
by Jeff Callaway
the color purple
in mosaic shades
of
rhetorical explosions
onto a page
grape grenades to grace
with such floral royalty
they animate
like raspberry ironies
my ivory blank
canvas erupts a
plum page
the petals swirling in lavender
articulate
like box fan blades
circulate
around their lemony centers
the yellow antennas to splinter
rose gentians in Spring
making me remember
everything
in all my lilac daydreams
deliver me
gold is nature's first green
with its livid imagery
these purple passages sing
the pollination of
a bumble bee
copyright jeff callaway 2005
BLUEBONNET SONNET by Jeff Callaway
BLUEBONNET SONNET
by Jeff Callaway
Barbed wire to keep the cows inside the field
Lounging longhorns in bluebonnets and green
Un-cut grass that the wind in Spring does wield
Even wilder than gunslingers have seen
Blue bullets shot from a gun to the sun
Ornery children of Texas in bloom
New blooms can be like love in Spring is fun
Nestling me drunk inside their soft loom
Electric heaven in blue was this sight
To quiet the cows and accent the day
Like a painter can un dim a vague light
Or poets can find the bright words to say
Very bright Texas flowers love bold words
Even flying poems like mockingbirds
TEXAS HAIKUS 2 by Jeff Callaway
TEXAS HAIKUS 2 by Jeff Callaway
in Texas night
lone star lovers with mad moon
romance bluebonnets
empty beer bottles
shine in hot light round here
in Texas Summer
azure sky opens
to the call of a Yellow Lotus
rain dance
my buxom Texas
lover in blue stockings
bares her soul's lone star
drunk Dallas, Texas
nights in Deep Ellum I love
burgers bars live bands
buy Lone Star beer
support local drunkenness
and Texans spirit
here in Texas town
drunk watching the news
talk of Texas casinos
howdy y'all
burlesque barbecue party tonight
ten kegs and girls
Cholla Cactus blooms pink
lavender clouds sink deep
into the Big Bend
on both sides of the Red
Indian Paintbrush and Bluebonnets
dance hand in hand
Rose Gentians in Spring
make purple love to my green
backyard in Austin, Texas
and it rained today
East Texas mushrooms in cow patties
of Texas growing
please support the Bill
medical marijuana in Texas
today
thousands of men
in prison for smoking joints
yet sleep next to killers
my Deep Ellum bliss
is when Reverend Horton Heat sings
at Trees rockabilly chicks
music capitol
Austin, Texas guitars wine
and cry a song for Stevie Ray
with all of my heart
remember the Alamo
Goliad and God
the red mountains sacrifice
their stone souls up
to a Cap Rock Canyon sky
Slender Stem Bitterweed
contrasts the cloudy deep grey
Palo Duro Canyon sky
and Texas is my home
my hearts own square acre to roam
my life, love, Texas
LAST BUS ON EARTH by Jeff Callaway
THE LAST BUS ON EARTH
by Jeff Callaway
in this night of dreams
with these beat wings
with these bruised moods
all these leaded woes
filled of fatal foes
fed of fatal land
just a slide of hand
nothing up my sleeve
nothing inside me
nothing can save me
I feel like I'm beat down blue
I don't know what I should do
I gotta get a plan
become a man
I gotta get it while I can
I gotta give it to you
I gotta promise for you
that I'll always love you true
and give it to you deep, wet
I'll give it to you correct
I'll give it to you, my life
I want to make you my wife
I want to make all of these dreams
and I want to touch you it seems
I want to love you
I want to be with you
eternal in heaven true
pre death me saint naked you
shrouded together
cloaked in night in you
together forever
wrapped in each other
lovers…
I feel like
I've reached the end of the line
the bottom of the stack
the last bus
I feel like I'm searching
accumulating direction
motivating to move
to do, to create
to be somebody in all of this
here and now and whose who
and to find the me
that can be free with you
I'm trying to get a clue
I'm trying to find something to do
I'm trying to be comfortable in blue
I'm trying to find you
my love it is you
I have found my you
it's you
I've found truth
my youth
I'm blue…
the sun is rising
in Shreveport, Louisiana
the birds are chirping
I'm waiting for the last bus on earth
I'm missing the girl I love back home
I'm a lonesome traveler
in a moronic insane Greyhound night
I'm broke and tired
I'm withdrawing
I'm unwinding
I'm down wind
I'm away
but it's a new day
and I must go away
I've got to find myself
gotta find my way
back to you
back to you
but today I'm so blue.
and the blues
is my truth
copyright jeff callaway 1997
HONEYCOMB by Jeff Callaway
THE HONEYCOMB
drunk again
the swim of words
in the lush
and the thrust of lust
before a rise tidal waves
over us
and the age of Aquarius
is upon us
and it feels as if so
that these words should
be free
and that they should fly
and soar high
up above us
and even though
my head it's spinning
and it feels as if so
that I feel
or even bolder
that I see
the queen bee
hiding in her honeycomb.
and you were there
in the gloaming
beside the honey bee tree
beside the measureless sea
that brings in the slosh of the waves
that lie where two lovers meet
to become true
blood brothers and sisters
through the scabs
of bumble bee
stings.
and so it's time that we
put back for a better future
for you and me
and for you and me to see
that time tries to swallow us
before hope can let us see
that life and love
are our common goals
and to someday
live by the sea.
but you've stirred up
a hornet's nest in my heart
and I feel as if
to never be apart
and if so
then not to leave
but to live
or hang me
from the honey bee tree
to die
by the choke of the rope
if not for the sting
of the bees.
because I will not live without you
no matter the cost.
for you suck the blood
from my veins
like a wasp.
in this journal
where I hide
my secret thoughts
and these illustrious dreams of mine
for all of us to share in like glory
that is hidden in a shamrock
for good luck
before the rise of a tide
or the calling in
of the seasons.
or in the pollination of romantic flowers.
or in love
where it falls
faithful and true
and binds two
in eternal kiss
love-ishness
and bliss.
and so I will not hide
behind rocks alone
but words of stone
that stamp on along
this ever groove-ish emotion
and following suit
and folding
to the everydayness
of 9 to 5 life.
copyright jeff callaway 1997
BEAT POEM by Jeff Callaway
BEAT POEM
by jeff callaway
I was cold
I was broke
I was blue
I was afraid
to tell you
the truth.
I was beat
I was bled
I was dead
I was lost
in a sadness
of flesh.
I was not in my head
and not in my bed
and not in a state of mind
so blind instead
to only see red
and not to be led but to lead
or to find this too much a deed
and I never saw the sea
nor saw a see saw
nor sawed a block of wood
I got a wood
I come from the woods
I wooded would
if only me you'd fancy
if only you'd give me a chance, see
no, don't ask me
just eat me
my dirty poem
my greasy goosy root
my lump of words
oh word lump
oh shit of my head
you brain shit
my poetic excrement
iambic pentameter crap
in my lap
paper, pen
this here now
the end…
but oh not to be ended
this letter yet unsent
this everything I meant
this all of me
this whole of my intent
this advertisement
oh the sentiment
I'm an existential transient
a microscopic giant
my angelic element
these felonious hands
these larcenous lands
this utter less greed
that we all must feed
to be able to breathe
and keep your feet
up above all of it
independently buoyant
sophisticatedly exotic
my neurotic doll
my holocaustic tootsie roll
my endless gab and flub and flaw
my flipside
my dip back to the real
my kick back and chill
only feel
don't think
just feel…
on the edge of a teardrop
dripping off the mouth
of my fear…
copyright jeff callaway 2000
SURF SONG by Jeff Callaway
SURF SONG
I wish I could surf.
I want to ride the crest
of the bluest wave
the sea will be my brother
oh surf would me save
oh see me out
on the endless sea
only the waves
my surfboard
and me.
I come in with the tide.
I wash up on shore.
I stand on the beach
with my surfboard.
the ocean and I
as one My Lord.
I shake my curly blonde locks
in the wind
all wet with
the stuff of the sea
within.
if you didn't look too close
you'd think I had fins.
copyright 1997 jeff callaway
TV BABY by Jeff Callaway
TV BABY
by Jeff Callaway
my mommy is a television
my daddy is a stereo
I get my morals and values
from sitcoms and talk shows
I'm robbing and raping
isn't that what I should do?
I'm killing and stealing
all I want is to be cool
no one loves me
I love no one in return
I get my respect
and my revenge
with my machine gun
I take a drink
and I take a pill
and I kill
and I soak up the blood
with dollar bills
copyright jeff callaway 1998
POET'S LAMENT by Jeff Callaway
POET'S LAMENT
by Jeff Callaway
these ghostly pages
have me now enslaved
to rave unraveling pages
to drunken to be laid
but all my debts pain
in full
I'm a bull
in a sort of china cabinet
and I know that it's not good
to be like this
with all of my precious life
now adrift
and bound by unchained bounds
a prisoner unto myself
punished by my loneliness
and fed by these empty fiends
all this bashfulness and scene
bled dry by wet dreams
too close together
to be unseen
this thing
this thing I call me
raped and drowned
to die
drug up on the beach
copyright jeff callaway 2000
BROKEN HEART, TEXAS by Jeff Callaway
BROKEN HEART, TEXAS by Jeff Callaway
you broke my heart
in Austin girl
you tore my heart
right out
i walked right in
and saw you with him
saw your arms wrapped
tight round his back
and with your cinnamon lips
pressed right against his
your bottom rested flat
on his lap...
you kissed him again
until you saw me walk in
neither one of you
knew how to act...
i didn't know what to say
i didn't know what to do
i just wish you could
take it back...
and though we're not through
you know i'll always love you
and i'll always take you back...
but if you do that again
then i might kill my dear friend
the diamond i put on your hand
would forever be cracked
and i'd live my life doomed
in a concrete zoo i can't do
and i'd surely have a
heart attack...
and life would be
spilled beer around here
in Broken Heart, Texas...
and love would be
full of fear around here
in Broken Heart, Texas...
DEC.2.2009
PSYCHIC HEARTS by Jeff Callaway
PSYCHIC HEARTS by Jeff Callaway
sleepless
all evening
darkness
surrounding
i lie awake
at night
my heart pounding
i'm ever thinking
thoughts abounding
how my heart has
bound me to you...
these thoughts of
you leaving me
are leaving me blue...
i never needed anyone
more than i need you
to be...
these thoughts
of you leaving me
are driving me crazy
i need you to embrace me
don't ever replace me
it's my dream
how you found me
how you saved me
how you grace me
with your presence
these thoughts of you
and your essence
feeds me
so please don't
ever leave me alone
i feel you inside
i feel you
in my bones...
and no one else can see
and no one else can know
what only two hearts can know...
the very first time
ever i saw your face
as if i'd always known...
you are the only one for me
i'm finally at home...
DEC.2.2009
FIFTY-CENT DRAFTS by Jeff Callaway
FIFTY-CENT DRAFTS by Jeff Callaway
when i needed
to smile
whenever i needed
to laugh
i always had you
to take me for
fifty-cent drafts
to Scooter's we'd go
together hand in hand
we'd clown around
and have a few rounds
listen to your favorite band
on the jukebox
vodka on the rocks
it's okay for us
to have some fun
tonight
we live right
around the block
so pop a top
and sit right here
on the barstool
nearest to me
you know i'm your man
and you can lay me on down
take me home
and make love to me
but before you do
we can have some cold brews
and enjoy each other's company
at the best place in town
Carmen, lay two more buds down
make it three
and can we
get our tab?
DEC.2.2009
Saturday, May 8, 2010
LOVE & A .45 REVIEW by Jeff Callaway *****
LOVE AND A .45 is a hip electric road trip road movie from hell that takes place on the black top back country roads and highways of the great state of Texas and all the way to Mexico. With brilliant acting as well as casting, this shotgun blast of a movie was released in 1994 by genius Texas director C.M. Talkington, whose amazing writing, characters, plot and style make this film pop with crisp imagery and storytelling. Vibrant cameos by Peter Fonda and Anne Wedgeworth, and simply perfect classic Texas outlaw roles Watty and Starlene, played by Gill Bellows and Renee Zellweger deliver. Every single performance adds the heart of truth to this entirely original classic violent modern Texas gangster film. The comfort in their parts and swagger in which the entire cast carry themselves in the movie is truly famous. Not to mention, an amazing soundtrack that adds a thump to your stomach and a rockabilly jingle of guitar by the likes of the Reverend Horton Heat, who also plays music behind strippers in the movie. Electric chair Huntsville prison stories, cops blasted in the face by psychopathic tweaked out ex cons, robberies gone awry, gruesome bloody scalp tattoos, shots of meth from high powered air needles, soul mate outlaw lovers on the run to freedom and life, burnt up hippies, and bumbling idiot thugs, this movies got it all. The best movie I’ve ever seen. RIP Dinosaur Bob!!!
-Jeff Callaway, Texas Outlaw Poet
2010
THE LANDING STRIP by Jeff Callaway
THE LANDING STRIP
when
the times are tough
even the weekends can be rough
and Mondays become monotonous
just look where this 9 to 5 life has gotten us
searching for some smooth space
where we can unwind
maybe drink some wine
in some sassy place
where the girls are fine
and they like to grind
and the grand spot
where i can always get a grip
is in Austin, Texas
at The Landing Strip
it’s a long strange trip
to just sit back and sip
like the nights are so long, they just roll on
they mix my drinks so strong that i’m mixed up
and i’m gone
i fall in love with every girl on every song
when they light up the stage and crank it up
and everyone sings along
here comes my favorite girl Desire
just stick this bill in her thong
and its on
and we’re off
to a dim lit table
in the corner of the room
and i whisper into her ear she’s so damn cute
she puts my head between her breasts
and i can smell her sweet perfume
stiletto heels
and fish-net stockings
she’s like boom boom
for the big tips
she kisses me softly on the lips
and then she dips
way
way
down
but then she bounces right back up
and she jumps
right up into Daddy’s lap
and i’m in love
and all my dollars in her strap says
enough
my velveteen vixen
just might be
an angel from above
or some
elegant elixir of flesh for
this poor outlaw
an effeminate pink blessed
box for my heart’s casting call
crossed with a bit of animal raw
The Landing Strip has the loveliest strippers you ever
saw
and that’s not all
i’d tell you the rest, my friend
but
it’s last call
SATORI IN PARIS, TEXAS by Jeff Callaway
SATORI IN PARIS, TEXAS
by Jeff Callaway
in a lonesome
hotel room in Paris, Texas
in exile from all that i love
apart from all that has left me drunk
staring into a Rusty Wallace Commemorative Can
of Miller Light as begin to realize
how i’ve wasted precious time on sour desserts
like how much a gram of methamphetamine is worth
instead of how much the Dixie Chicks might love
a Texas Poet
and now it’s satori in Paris, Texas and i know it
because two roads have diverged in the woods
but only one can be chosen
and one left behind
after my woman done left me and my dog done died
and in the Texas penitentiary i spent some time
after i lost my house and my car and my mind
and finally i realize that i’ve wasted my time
on a monkey on my back that’s chasing a white line
and now this satori in Paris, Texas is mine
and not Jack Kerouac’s
so i drink down a tall can of Pabst and i swallow hard
and try to forget my book of blues and Big Sur sorrows
and how i almost lost my book of dreams
and my visions of Girard and Cody
to a silver spoon syringe sorority
and now my Maggie Cassidy wont even talk to me
so i need to kick soon or i’ll be kicked
when i find a final fifty-thick fix too thick
before i get to see my sweet baby sister again
or tell her and my Mom and Dad i love them again
or finally find me the house, the wife and two kids
or just get drunk at the club with my closest friends
or write more Texas Outlaw Press chapbooks to print
or i enter my poem in the poetry contest and win
or i get to travel the world and see other continents
satori is i refuse to be another fading trend
satori is to save my poetic life of sin
so that finally my hypodermic battle will end
and my new life can begin
then my triumphant return to Austin, Texas
can be penned…
A SEASON IN JAIL by Jeff Callaway
A SEASON IN JAIL
by Jeff Callaway
locked up
inside this gloomy
grey cell
where i’m sentenced to abide
i'm banished to dwell
in my mind the green pastures of life
before
i
fell
faster
into
a season in jail
further faster
the prisoner’s parade
is a sea of blood
for the sharks gone insane
or a flock of sea gulls
inside
a stagnant steel cage
with my wings clipped and lips just to pray
for my soul
stuck in concrete counting the days
till parole
or a poet’s pardon from the state-
FREE JEFF CALLAWAY
-but today
i’m plagued by vague voices
louder than love and this blaring TV
and i cant sleep
with these demons sleeping
right beside me these monster
murder meaning menacingly
stealing other people’s property
those vampires who try to beat
the blood of me
and another year of this and i’ll be crazy
but can you blame me?
when i’m just another number without a real
name in this sad sanitarium of sadistic sodomy
and pain, nameless faces just out to make a gain
locked up stuck for stealing the change or smoking
some crank or trying to make the big bank but
its just worth it, time dragging slowly in
the jailhouse pit and pendulum the pedophiles
play and then make parole
after a few months stay…
SATAN HIMSELF IS MY CELL MATE
and gone is yet another day
to the life of the Devil’s blind date
in this house of the damned
sealed my fate
DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT 200 DOLLARS
-but only sorrow and hollers
murder is in the mail
and this is my tale
…a season in jail
is a season in hell…
Friday, May 7, 2010
JAILBIRD by Jeff Callaway
JAILBIRD
by Jeff Callaway
sweating
like a whore in church
in a jailhouse
in the West Texas desert
i’m like Kurt Vonnegut
i’m a jailbird
and you ask me
what kind of bird doesn’t fly
well, the bird who doesn’t try
is my only reply
and so now i press
my pencil lead to the page
and pour forth my outlaw heart’s
lonely rage
from deep
from within side
its rusty bird cage
full of dusty spider webs
of emotions i must convey
and a million things i’d like to say
to your face
as i sit
in this room of
concrete and steel
and ask myself
how the hell i got
here
is it because i like to drink a few beers?
is it because i walk through those mushroom fields?
is it because i like to smoke a little weed?
or is it because of this life that i lead?
or for some other forgotten dirty deed?
either way
The Man wants to send me
to the pen for two years
He wants to infect me
with His hate and His fear
or maybe
He can rape away
my love for cold beers
or if nothing else
He’ll just steal
my mother’s tears
or maybe
He’ll just shank me in
the neck with
a pen…
The Man wants me to kill or be killed…
because i have a dream like Martin Luther King
because i have a dream like John F. and Robert Kennedy
because i see a light at the end of the tunnel
but now i realize it’s a train…
with 173rd District Court printed on its side
in red, white, and blue letters…
but He’ll never have this bird by the feathers…
because my words are my weapon.
GRIM HOTEL by Jeff Callaway
GRIM HOTEL
welcome
to
the grim hotel
a hot spot to stop
on your way to
HELL
for the path of excess is
a broken road that leads
to death
or jail
or maybe to both
for one can never tell
but as for me
i’m just another guest in this
grim
gray
hotel
i’m just another ghost
rapt in a chemical spell
and this is just my tale
i must tell about how i fell
so far and so hard
i’m just another prisoner of war
in my own country’s drug war
where The Man is The Czar
i’m just another number in A1-dorm
with OFFENDER
printed on my card
my only offense a sack ice in shards
with white rocks to seduce me
into needles that reduce me
into this too dark park
where i kick start my heart
but i don’t have to lie to kick it
or
drug to perfect my ART
for some lessons in life for some are so hard
so hard for the bard
when the man holds the cards
and so old and so cold
out there on the rec. yard
Larry McMurtry says the earth is mostly
just a bone yard
but like i told you
i’m mostly lost and lonely
all these tired dour hours dire
the poet make words a maelstrom of fire
from haunted victims in the eye
of addictions stormy desire
spring forth
POEMS IN RAZOR WIRE
with yet another lesson learned
as slowly the wheels of justice turn
and as the world turns
if you play with fire you just might get burned
but i must share all these words
and the heart in the words
these words are birds
and they fly above the razor wire
my guardian angel is a mockingbird
justice is a mockery
and this prison is
a grim hotel
GREAT & SECRET SHOW by Jeff Callaway
GREAT & SECRET SHOW
by Jeff Callaway
i am not here
in this room
in this world
in this skin
i am not in
within sin
i am not lips
i am not the one
whose word is this
not intimate nor friend
nor wolves of flesh
wove we bound in
nor wombs to live
in one mouth of spirit
with no limits
no bounds
no names
no lanes
no rules to follow
no authority to swallow
my love nailed cross, sweet father
bleed deep through the needle
without fuel to feed
my gluttonous need for consumption
consumerism, mail fraud
in the mail room
behind the stacks of mail
all of these endless tales
up spun and spun up
through these starving veins of mine
hungry for the fix
and the prick of a needle…
B.P.’s old man lives in San Fran…
atomic brainstorms, an anatomic demoralization
an end to fit a means to an end
woe but the hand of a friend
the heavenly presence of hope
bound in lies, surrounded in eyes
frankincense and myrrh
balanced on the wings of a word
by a dove, the fly of my endless woe
these oats i have sewn
my Adamic flesh, etched in stone
beat against the bone
only to be left alone
in this room
with these lonely, blank pages
singing, drinking with sage wages
onto these pages, i’m mean
i’m unrepentant
i’m unclean
i’m obscene
i’m a fiend
i’m between
bewitched and behind
and be free
i’m not free
i wont be
i wont breathe
i unbelong
in unbelief
unrest, unrelief
uneverything, un-me
nor no me
no more me
no alimony
oh poor Joe Maloney
been talking too much on the phony
the only, lonely
one who bone me
befriend me
behind me
no more me…
we come for you
all of us to you
all wrapped up in you
i will not bleed me through you
i’m through, all through
wont be impure
nor untrue
nor you
copyright jeff callaway 1997
DRUNKEN RAMBLINGS by Jeff Callaway
DRUNKEN RAMBLINGS
i can see
two of everything
as these
sonar radio waves sing
in the sky
like perfect of light
come alive on this crazy night
when the heavy sight
of the moon
hangs tight
in its lunar basket of atoms
to bathe in this dark blackness
only to feel the stars showering snow
in the theater of meteors
to touch my skin
and
to fill in
the wide open spaces of
loneliness
translucent in the face of my stoned night sky
standing on a beach standing at the sea
and asking myself why
am i
here in Galveston, Texas drunk and high
watching my words
pull these feelings from
the high tide
as i write
my words of sin
my words of vice
like
lanky lurking liquored words
the sober mans thoughts bottled in
drunken slurred words
with euphoric words to kiss behind your ears
with tickling tingling tenderness to tears
and to take
your heart close to mine
just like fate
and tonight
there are no clues in the booze
and i’ve nothing to lose
just by singing the blues
tonight
there’s no clues
in the booze
so i’ll just drink a few more
know what to do’s
when love
isn’t coming from nowhere
and isn’t growing on trees
then
where does this leave me
but to step inside my drunk sleeping bag
on the whiskey beach
and write my drunken ramblings
into
alcohol sleep
ODE TO BEER by Jeff Callaway
ODE TO BEER
if the ocean were full of beer
i’d learn to scuba dive
if the ocean were full of beer
i’d be the happiest man alive
if the ocean were full of beer
i’d be Jean Cousteau
if the ocean were full of beer
i’d buy me a home on the coast
if the ocean were full of beer
i’d sail the seven seas
if the ocean were full of beer
i’d drink the sea of Galilee
if the ocean were full of beer
i’d be the Silver Surfer
if the ocean were full of beer
i’d be a drunk motherfucker
if beer grew on trees
i’d donate to Walden Woods
if beer grew on trees
i’d climb the tallest tree that stood
if beer grew on trees
i’d build me a tree house
if beer grew on trees
i’d have leaves all in my mouth
if beer grew on trees
i’d always have a morning wood
if beer grew on trees
i’d plant every seed i could
if beer grew on trees
i’d embrace the great outdoors
if beer grew on trees
i’d have no need for the liquor store
i mean i really love beer
DRINKING SONG by Jeff Callaway
DRINKING SONG
i’ve been drinking to forget you
swallowing all of my pride
taking shots of agony
and chasing them with your lies
bottles of frustration
cans of emptiness
in my beat up old pick up truck
looking to start some shit
searching for the truth
in the bottom of a bottle
and only finding myself
looking for love and friendship
in places where none exist
bottles of frustration
cans of emptiness
in my beat up old pick up truck
pulling over to take a piss
cockroaches on the ceiling
beers in the fridge
every day i make the pilgrimage
across the Caney City Bridge
smokes, tokes and jokes
i’m a bad tomcat
telling my dreams of New Orleans
to an empty bottle of Jack
got no love to live for
sleeping all of the time
drowning all of my sorrows
with bottles of wine
so turn up a bottle
and take its trip
and we’ll lie down
and re-create the things we did
and pray that we never forget
CEDAR ISLE RESTAURANT & CLUB by Jeff Callaway
CEDAR ISLE RESTAURANT AND CLUB
at Cedar Isle
i walked the miracle mile
many topless Texas nights with a smile
on the back patio
with Mrs. Kitty behind the bar
with cheese sticks and Cuervo
and the breeze off the Cedar Creek Lake
making all the girls shake
to the beat that the waves would make
or the bop that the drummer would play
all liquored up and looking to get laid
and then not to remember her name
the next morning
with a scotch and soda
all these bedroom relations
in the dark revelations
in the laps of margarita girls
sitting on barstools, bar tabs, even barflies and beyond
eating burritos and drinking boilermakers
blues bands on the jukebox
tilapia
how 'bout a toast to Old Ted
here's to Old Ted
and to Mrs. Kitty
and to Goldslager Gary
and all the gangsters in the poolroom
and all the lawyers on the barstools in the front room
and a dozen oysters on the half shell
and all of these drunkards who are going to hell
if they don't change their evil ways
and all the bumps in the bathroom
and bimbos on the bandstand
or the blondes offshore on the boats
or the volleyball bikinis in the sandbox rocks
the wet t-shirt contest gone awry
but it's alright
the best time to buy a beer is
oh hey there girl come over here
come for some conversation and cocktails
and come home with me
or just come over undercover
and buy me another drink
or maybe you'd like something to eat
and then i'll eat you
or maybe Ted's tortilla soup will do
or maybe a nice midnight cruise
to this safe spot that i know
WHERE WE CAN TAKE OFF ALL OUR CLOTHES
and skinny dip in the moonlight's soft glow
or we can go back inside and watch satellite TV
or we could even go water ski
or we could just sit here and drink
or maybe you could just sing to me
every karaoke night of the week
which is on Wednesday and always makes me weep
but the drinks are always so cheap
and i somehow always know what is up
at Cedar Isle Restaurant and Club
LIQUOR STORE by Jeff Callaway
LIQUOR STORE
by jeff callaway
i’m going to the liquor store
i’m going to the liquor store
i’m going to kick off my shoes
and start singing the blues
and find a piece of the night
to set on fire, i’m on fire
i work so hard for so little pay
i party all night to sleep all damn day
and life can be a drag man
life can be a bore
but i know i can always go
down to the liquor store
on those lonely nights
when i want to get drunk and fight
i want to chase the moonshine
into the light
when i feel so lonely
i think i could die
when i’m going across that line
i’m trying to stay between the lines
cause Johnny Law will hit you with the fine
but i want to have a good time
when all is said and done
i can still have a little fun
if i have the money to buy some
down at the liquor store
down at the liquor store
Thursday, May 6, 2010
ROADMASTER'S TRANSPORT CO. by Jeff Callaway
ROADMASTER’S TRANSPORT CO.
his handle is Dizzy Dean
and he’s a trucker on meth-amphetamine
and he’s so far gone, he’s gone for four days
with no sleep
he’s like a rolling stone (gathering no moss)
all the way from New York City
(he don’t get lost) with 400 more miles
until he reaches Texas City
he says it’s all about hard work and clean livin’
into the CB
to Uncle Buck and The Big Trucks
who just says copy that
and that’s a big 10-4 good buddy
and dam that lot lizard was pretty
and over and out
and it’s another long black night
in the big-rig
for Old Dizzy Dean
and he’s all juked-up
on that high-speed chicken feed
and he never thought he would ever be
addicted to that meth-amphetamine
or mesmerized by the yellow stripe
like his front window is a TV screen
or some psychobilly plasma screen
as his radio it just beams
that song American Pie by Don McLean
but asleep at the wheel
it’s not how Dizzy Dean needs to be
because he’s got his three kids mouths to feed
and the wife of his dreams
is at home, asleep in Caney City
her name is Norma Gene
and she’s real pretty
so he just picked up the habit
and he never let Norma Gene know
that he’s tweakin', haulin' loads of livestock
for Roadmaster’s Transport Co.
MAY CAUSE DROWSINESS by Jeff Callaway
MAY CAUSE DROWSINESS
some
scotch and some soda
and some sex and some soma
so i’m so stoned
in San Antonio
it sounds like Sublime’s
Scarlet Begonia’s
circle circus surround sound systems
in stereo ozones
by my side my Miss Scarlet look-alike
who’s my guide
she doesn’t remember where we’re going
and somehow i can still remember the Alamo
(and Goliad)
but as the pills begin to kick-in
its then
when i know that it’s too late
and so i pull over to the shoulder
and i park my Chevrolet
and i reach out for the pill bottle
as everything turns grey
in my head i can hear the Reverend Horton Heat
sing It’s a Dark Day
i can’t make out what the warning on the label is
trying to say when some fuzzy itchy something
comes over me in waves of OK and Oh Boy! do i
feel great
not half but whole baked
on the Texas Highway (please don’t litter) its best
to stay awake
if only i could find a Motel 6 or Super 8
or some soft silent sanctuary
to pass out straight
and so i pull into the Hotel San Antonio
and rent a room to retreat
and we have dinner and shit, shower, shave
and we’re both so beat
but still, my beautiful Miss Scarlet, rubs my feet
and she serves me a hot toddy in her old favorite-T
and an old slip with a good kiss on the cheek and then
we
make love (that’s hot) she’s so sexy and sweet for me
to eat and
i fall asleep
in the arms of the girl of my dreams
in sheets
wrapped up in blankets, so warm and cozy
until morning brings
in hung-over sunlight beams
and i can finally see so clearly
the words on the label, i can finally detect:
MAY CAUSE DROWSINESS, ALCOHOL MAY INTENSIFY THE EFFECT…
GIN & TONIC SONNET by Jeff Callaway
GIN AND TONIC SONNET
kick back and relax in fact it’s your time
to buy a gin and tonic with a lime
and while you’re up you could refill my cup
and please bartender turn that jukebox up
‘cause today has been a really rough day
and here’s to Dean and Sammy by the way
and to that blonde at the end of the bar
what a dream come true blue far away star
whose boot scoot blues would move closer to me
in sweet release drunk in spurs let us be
she can see drunks are not all such bad guys
not all nice suits and new ties are best buys
but gin and tonic man says to your face
how bout sex, drugs, rock-in-roll and my place
CUDDLE PUDDLE by Jeff Callaway
CUDDLE PUDDLE
once
upon a dream
when my special girl and me
made sweet love on three
tabs of ecstasy
in our special bed where we
press our bodies close together
applying pressure
to pleasures unmeasured
i found a buried treasure
between her thighs
and sin inside her soul that made her sing
her skins pink pink masterpiece
tasted just like an ice cream cone to me
and the night was naked electricity
so we fed off each others energy
to create some stellar cosmic swing
that rolls or radiates and beams
between the sheets
psychotropic sex beats
that made me think i could see
an angel in utero appear on the scene
all aglow and all a gleaming
and busting through the ceiling
like some ultraviolet being
who’s sexually appealing
and undressing completely
the three of us rolling and reeling
and drinking and eating from each other really
electri-flying
over climaxing glow-stick bodies
as the sky was raining locust
and there was an ocean in our bedroom
one hundred candles dreaming
patchouli nightmares of orgasms
we swam in for centuries
to the town where love was built
and also where the hamburger was invented
but we couldn’t eat it
so we continued to bond
as one
bold light bright
rolling inward roll
naked in the kitchen
you were grilling some chicken
and trimming my split ends
when lightning struck twice and frightened us
back to life
in the bedroom
where we let loose
lust on the love boat cruise
the walls were breathing when i planted my root
and chipped my tooth on my foot
in weightless amusement i smoothed
my hand down your thigh
needles and pins in our eyes
and down your spine
with ice
and we both came twice
but it was nice next to the thunder
black tree
silhouettes through the window was under
surveillance
the aliens
laying between you and me
sprawled in sheets
with a rave on the ceiling
phat beats through the TV
DJ Dream and The Liquid Osmosis
seemed steamy
when i was your
pacifier
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