Excuse Me, Are Those Bugle Boy Jeans You’re Wearing?

January 24, 2023 Jason Preubugle boy, poem, poetry, wardrobe, writing2 Comments

You say you know me
– Love me
– Need me
– Want me
But you keep stealing all my clothes.

And I say, “Girl,
there ain’t nothing
in my closet
for you.”

Got my heart in your hands
and my shirt on your back.
You can’t control it.

You don’t control it.

It’s in your blood.
It’s in your blood.

Yeah, I see it in your eyes.
Looking at my shoes and socks.
I feel it in my bones.
You wanna be inside my jeans.

I feel it in my soul.
Oh God, I know it in my soul.
Girl, you keep stealing all my clothes.
You can’t control it.

You don’t control it.

It’s in your blood.
It’s in your blood.

You can’t control it.
You don’t control it.

It’s in your blood.
It’s in your blood.
Yeah, I can see it in your eyes.

Cowboys in Love

January 21, 2023 Jason Preucowboys, poem, poetry, writing6 Comments

Everybody’s a tale to tell backwards
Everybody’s somebody you know
Everybody’s looking for light’nin
Everybody’s a cowboy in love

Yeah, everybody wants a rodeo, baby
Everybody wants small miracles
Everybody needs some sorta healin’
Everybody’s a cowboy in love

Everybody’s a poetic nightmare, too bad
Everybody’s complaining and high
Everybody’s a blind motivator
Everybody’s a cowboy in love

Yeah, everybody wants a rodeo, baby
Everybody wants small miracles
Everybody needs some sorta healin’
Everybody’s a cowboy in love

Didja ever think we’d be together?
Sitting under a million bright stars?
Didja ever wake up still dreamin’?
Didja ever think we’d get this far?

Yeah, everybody wants a rodeo, baby
Everybody wants small miracles
Everybody needs some sorta healin’
Everybody’s a cowboy in love

Satiation

January 15, 2023January 15, 2023 Jason Preupoem, poetry, satisfying, writingLeave a comment

far away
never enough
not alone

anymore

always so
far away
never enough

on the roam
that I know

far away
never enough
on the roam
always so 
far away
not alone 
anymore
not alone 
anymore

is enough
My love, my 
love, my love

never enough
My love, my 
love, my love
My love is 
just enough
is never      enough

My love, my 
love, my love

Everywhere You Look

January 7, 2023January 7, 2023 Jason Preulooking, music, poem, poetry, writingLeave a comment

You’ve built a brand

You’ve got to keep it strong

Got to keep it strong

Remember basic needs

Keep it strong, strong

—————————:—————————

When you walk in the room,
the air grows so cold

I imagine with horror
the things you might do

Thought this would be
so nice and easy

Yet here we are now
all dangerous and lonely

—————————/—————————

Nights never end
Love is everywhere you look
Turn your head to the right
What bitter, old feelings?

You’re not words, you’re music
This love? This is music
Sweeter in the end
Turn your head to the right

Nights never end
Love is everywhere you look
You want to be the one
Everywhere you look

An Irresponsible Jubilee

January 5, 2023 Jason Preupoem, poetry, winter, writingLeave a comment

Sky dark, smothering clouds

Rain rain rain pouring down

Streets empty, no one found

Ghosts of spring haunting town

Leaves fallen, feeding ground

Trees barren, spindly rungs

Wind screams with freezing tongue

Winter’s dry reign has begun

Darkness plagues, still within a light

Angels’ blood, Elioudic wights

Fires breed new, blighted hearts

Wicked warmth through frigid nights

World wrought, deepest cold

Hopes held high held hopes

Light behind, blind eyes behold!

Fire fire fire calls us home

The Ogdoad Pay a Visit to Ernest Angley

January 4, 2023January 4, 2023 Jason Preufire, poem, poetry, writing5 Comments

we are the fire
we are the breath
of a thing
beyond the thing
that burns within
our fragile skins

we are the sound
we are the voice
of piercing words
of prophecy
that mistakes this
for a world amiss

we are the hole
we are the way
a beacon in the dark
the purifying heat
a fury, a power
a nihilistic coward

we are the breath
those that live
in and out
in and out
the never-fading fire
the unquenched desire

we are the things
we’ve been so concerned with
per serving
perversing
we are the breath
we are the fire

Looking Out the Window

December 29, 2022 Jason Preupoem, poetry, sing a long, window, writing5 Comments

You wake
You move
You fall the fall that’s all
You see

You fly
You sleep
You fix the fix for what
You need

You look
You bend
You fight the fight until
You end

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!

You know you know you made me cry!
But who’ll believe we’re breathing fire?

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!

Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?

Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?

Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?

Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?

The South Pole Is Empty Tonight (A Krampus Carol)

December 20, 2022 Jason Preucarols, christmas, krampus, poem, poetry, song, writingLeave a comment

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

December 6, 2022 Jason Preuglobe, poem, poetry, sonnet, writing1 Comment

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

December 5, 2022 Jason Preugertrude stein, gpt-3, poem, poetry, writing3 Comments

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