EyeSkreem Short Stories
A1 The Heart Of A Phantom Is Beating
Truth and beauty march their mildly muddled march through canyons and cwms.
Shooting stars shoot
serene serendipitous shine-rays
above the glamorous pitter-patter
of earthling hearts.
The furling clown-angel taps the window.
A drunken uncle
admitted by sober silent parents,
scolded by auntie’s bald fury.
A2 - Not Really Now Not Anymore
I limp-dance in Procrustean shoes towards the posing Pannonica of the PostBop-Backlash backlash twisting in the twilight
rapt and wrapped
in a hologram of Doris Daydream.
B1 - With These Lovely Feathers We Will Fly Around The Boundaries Of The Earth
Rough tongue, sleep-glue eyed and happy,
arise in a fanfare of flies
to search blog-page bilge bins
for virtual vestiges of vinyl virtuosi...
When will you marry my daughter dear?
A parler nous a boire
You can’t always get what you need.
Outside a crazed battered mark one
Beefheart auto-chaufferbot in a
stolen MadMax pick-up truck
scream-hiss lisps “let me take you take you for” forever
So Harry and me cuppa’d up
and were talking it over
when the battery just packed in
and the decision made itself.
B2 - Everything Ends In Mystery
Knee-deep in murk-mud of the barren plain
we hear a distant trumpet band
the ecstatic towns-people, feral citizens
fuelled full of fiesta fired communion fizzwine
clump their wild joyful chicken dance
as Otto reaches for pastels...
A time-tunnel opens and mother is mixing
“Is that space-cake mother?”
“Oh don’t ask me,
don’t ask me, don’t ask me.”
Bloody typical.
Russ Grant 2025
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