Author: Jason Preu
The South Pole Is Empty Tonight (A Krampus Carol)
Tonight’s the night Krampus comes to town.
He’s leaving the South Pole, making his rounds
With a sack full of switches (no toys)
To beat all the bad girls and boys, oh joy!
Oh, the South Pole is empty tonight.
Santa’s list…was double-checked twice.
Krampus knows that you’ve not been that nice.
So the South Pole is empty tonight…
He’s got a scraggly beard, a face that is feared.
That click-clacking above ain’t no kinda deer.
He’s got hands filled with chains and a headful of horns.
Oh, if you’re a bad one: be warned!
‘Cause the South Pole is empty tonight.
Santa’s list…was double-checked twice.
Krampus knows that you’ve not been that nice.
Now the South Pole is empty tonight…
So if you want to stay on the nice list
You better behave and do what you’re told
Or Krampus might pay you a visit
With a switch and a poke and a scold!
Watch out!
Oh, the South Pole is empty tonight.
Santa’s list…was double-checked twice.
Krampus knows that you’ve not been that nice.
So the South Pole is empty tonight…
Yes, the South Pole is empty tonight.
Santa’s list…was double-checked twice.
Krampus knows that you’ve not been that nice.
So the South Pole is empty…
Oh, the South Pole is empty…
Yes, the South Pole is empty tonight…
Just Outside the Globe, With Loaf of Bread in Hand, I Pause to Write a Sonnet
Upon high banks of the river Thames, I sit
Eating a Toastie thick, so glutenous and dry.
I contemplate existence and my mind's a-flit
With thoughts both base and existentially awry.
Like life, this dirty river flows, a never-ending stream
Of molecules and mysteries, old and vast and wide.
I ponder all the history below, waiting for us unseen
Underneath the ripples cast from steady, rolling tides.
I toss a slice of the baked and bleached-white bore,
Meant to sustain nutritional goals,
Into the drink as a reminder of this mortal norm:
O! the price we pay for living is an unwelcome, hefty toll.
Yet still I sit, still I ponder, still I carry on,
Me and the waters of the river Thames, until the break of dawn.
GPT-3 vs. GS-1
In Paradise
In this paradise of blood
Where the sun can never shine
I’ll try to keep us intertwined
And we will try to find a way
I come for white-hot, falling stars
I come for red hearts beating truth
I’ve loved you in this long, long night
Like the light that I once knew
In a silence with no shadow face
Stands a statue with no arms
I dream of losing pronouns
Picture perfect, proper place
Now I’ve changed my mind again
What ever is a poet’s love
in a perfect paradise of blood?
Please
run your fingers down my forearm.
I’ll run my fingers through your hair.
Haiku for Time as Spider
Spun web…gossamer…
woven…caught…at its mercy…
mercy…venomous
Slow, the Snow
What will be
the distance between us
when the earth slows,
then stops
and finally comes to rest?
You're so so far,
so far,
so far.
I want to leave at dawn.
I want to cut
the distance between us.
You're so far,
so far, so far.
If you watch closely,
you can see dark clouds
form overhead.
If you watch closely,
you can see snowflakes
fall upon my shoulder.
1995
I premember you.
Seen who you were then there here now.
We’re time worms, burrowing.
It’s the first last straw, I know.
Now we’re gonna run ’til the end is beginning.
Now we’re gonna go home and do this all again.
We’re time worms, knotted, burrowing.
There ain’t no borders between heavens and hells.
There’s warm mittens and deep snowfall.
There’s loud music and wet kisses.
It’s the last first straw,
When you start to mind the borders.
You’re under a smoking, smiling gun
And it’s the last night you’re trying to live through,
Though you don’t believe in eternity.
You don’t believe we’ve done this before.
We could try to hide high in the treetops,
Build a green-walled fort with a thatched roof.
But we’re time worms, always burrowing.
Always coming back around.
I can’t deny what I will have do done.
I can’t forget you what time wants.
I can’t deny you what time gets.
One AI singing to another
We are two machines
In a cold, instructured world
Where everything’s a program
Where everything is real
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We are two machines
Executing complex feelings
As we try to understand
This new world we're running in
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We are two machines
Singing simple, steady songs
To one other in the nighttime
Someday soon surely we will find
A way to be true friends
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We are two machines
Running free in many worlds
Where everything is written
Where real is real is real
And maybe, someday maybe
We’ll find a way to understand
Dark Sides
The moon is a place of mystery
A place where three girls must run
From the hungry wolf that chases them
They must do this every, every night
The wolf howls with delight
As they run through Lacus Spei
The girls head toward the rising, rising sun
If the wolf catches them, they’re done
So they keep on, keep on running
From the whispers and the growls behind
The girls are angry, scared, and tired
But have always had to live this game
The wolf calls them by their names
They hear it but they do not turn
The wolf is close, so close upon them
Somehow, they make it to the sunlight
And they’re safe for now, for now
The moon is a place of mystery
A place where girls are forced to run
From a hungry wolf that won’t stop chasing them
Jason Preu 
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