Next Stop, Willoughby

Of him, it is known

that he was nostalgic.

He was often seen

driving around

his hometown

of Binghamton, New York

casually circling his old neighborhood

and stopping

in front of his childhood home

just to lean on the car

and look at it.

How strange it must have been

for the owners

on those days

to look out the window

and see Rod Serling

staring at their house.


Corn on Macabre Lyrics:

I Watched Friday the Thirteenth at My Grandmother’s House and She Wasn’t Into It (but She Let Me Watch It Anyway)


was in it

but only

for a minute

a watery entrance

in the end

made a superstar of him

…and she wasn’t into it


Pterodactyl Shutdown

The city bleeds

to fit her needs

no use for words

she’s a big ass bird

destruction flows

row by row

what she wants

she drags away

darkening skies

overhead she flies

darkening skies

overhead she flies


You’re OK, I’m Undead

Discouraged over things unsaid

turn the page while your ahead

some circumstance would make us friends

how to meet and influence

I wish this chase would never end

run, run, run, I’m still ahead

when you fall, I’ll eat your head

I’m on your heels, in the end

you’re OK, I’m undead


Boris Karloff is Dead


I don’t get you,

but we’ll team up today

I’m mad at science too

from me it took something away

they can clone a sheep

why not rebuild the dead

bring me something useful

like Orwell’s’ head

Dear religion,

I wanna believe in aliens again

thanks to science now

there are no radar men on mars

what a laser meant to me

was not a fax machine

robots could be serving food

and running everything

instead, we have an extra sheep

let’s all begin to sing

Dear religion,

I wanna believe in aliens again