Spanning time throughout the 1980s. Dipping tentatively backwards into the 1970s on occasion. Tipping a hat forward into the 1990s even less frequently.
First, the Song of Solomon played, and then the Lion's Space Song, at the zombie zoo, where all the animals were arranged for viewing with their eyes wide open: Lipstick Cop Swills from 10/28/16.
We live life without reason in a red barn in this ghost town, feeling the opposite of inspiration any second now. Inside your haunted head, it feels like you're winning, beneath the blade; just, if nothing else, please see that my grave is kept clean: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 10/28/16.
The martian monsters started flying north, heating uptown in their UFO, to room 101, after dancing on your grave. According to the ghost story, their pistol was a piece of junk; nonetheless, they easily were the dominators: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 10/21/16.
Some people took you as the passenger in my '49 Plymouth on Halloween night. They drove you to the haunted house on higher ground. Once you realized there was no escape, your train of thought concluded, "So what." Kryptic Pop Thrills from 10/14/16.
When the winds blow, I'm dancing with tears in my eyes because even though this is love's great adventure, Lucinda is softly saying goodbye: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 9/30/16.
You had a crush on the stranger in our town, but he was on drugs, and too fast for you, walkin' the beat: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 9/23/16.
The very day the world turned day-glo, other worlds were in collision with a frogman, on a hyper-gamma-spaces level. My friends walked through nightmares to get home again, hoping that time heals this messthetics: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 9/16/16
The ghost in you has green eyes and chatter shapes; although you're oblivious to it, this incubus is better than them: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 9/9/16.
The state trooper was a motor maniac, wild in blue; in his new city, he was designed to kill the ghost rider: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 7/29/16.
