King Kerosene

The Night Time Happenings

4

Four Fluorescent Water Ghosts

The Ether

Chapter I

Music: Electricity

She attached a beam to the moon crescent

And created a swing

She swung and made a leap

And she flew and she flew for days

Over rooftops and acres and acres of lands

And little islands

Clustered together like oddly shaped flakes

In the aureolin and purple colors of the sunset

She flew

And over dried and cracked desert ground

Already covered in shadow

The spaces seemingly endless

And quiet like underwater

It was not until the horizon met the growing night sky

Like a war between the spheres

That she wished for someone else to be there

But she knew that there was no other way 

Than to live through this alone

She flew by mountains valleys and fields

Going higher and higher up

Past flocks of birds

And light transparent clouds

Then through a thick layer of air

Leaving the atmosphere

Her vision blurred
And raging storms pulled at her hair
She felt drowsy and soon
She had the feeling of being asleep
Surrounded by vague shades
Of blue and grey
Frozen like an oil painting
That had eaten reality
She fell out of consciousness
The shades disappeared
And there was nothing

The presence of electricity surfaced
She regained a sense of existense
Although without grasping where she had been before
Or how long she had been in the present
She could not feel the sensation
Of having a body
But she felt an intense and pulsating heat

After a while
She noticed that she had eyes
But they seemed to have been glued shut
Her head was pounding
And she was feverish and disarrayed
But as she slowly managed to open her eyes
Although her vision still a blur
Her surroundings had started to come clear

Music: Underwater part I

She was now able to determine
That she was at an underground train station
Thinking it was strange that she knew
Of such a place

The feverish state that she found herself in
Made her fading sense of reason realize
That she could no longer tell
Between reality and dream
Although it did not seem to matter anymore
Anyway

She had been lying on a row of benches
But was now sitting up straight
Inhabiting a body in a nightgown
The train station was very warm
And very quiet
So quiet
That it seemed to have no air
Although she clearly noticed
Her own breathing

The train stations grainy black
But marble like floor
Stretched from side to side
Resembling still waters that had turned into concrete
Before forming a mighty wave

Not too far in front of her the floor ended
Creating the gap between the grounds edge
And opposing brick wall
Where trains enter and leave the platform

Down the gap
She figured railroad tracks must lie
Even though she could not actually see them
She knew
That there had to be railroad tracks down there

But as the moments passed by she became unwillingly fixated
By not actually knowing if there were
Any railroad tracks down there
Accompanied by a fear of looking down the gap
To find that there was not only any railroad tracks
But a sort of nothing
That would unveil the loopholes in this strange reality
And lead to yet another transformative event
Beyond any fragment of her comprehension

If that was to happen she thought
It would unleash a panic
That so far had been kept locked up deep inside the core
Of her seemingly temporary existence

Her fever had diminished
And she was more lucid than what she perceived was
A couple of minutes ago
It was all somehow familiar
But still so very strange

Music: Arrow



She could not remember anything real
Happening before the now
Everything prior to the train station was to her like water
That had evaporated into a vacuum

She had failed to notice that while sitting on the bench
Her presence had become slightly out
Of focus
And like a fog coming from the ground
She began to feel drowsy
And a desire to lie down and sleep became impossible
To fight against

Her whole being felt like a heavy cloud
Being weighed down by gravity
A sliver of her consciousness wanted to resist
What was happening
But her main senses overwhelming desire to float
In alignment with the calm of nothing
Made everything in another mode
Drown in obscurity

Through the hazes of her sinking further and further
Into a complete state of rest
A train
Slowly and without sound rolled into the platform
Stopped
And opened its doors

As if on cue
She put her feet on the ground
And wobbled as she stood up
Despite her pounding fever and blurred vision she could see
That the inside of the train was dark
Although it had a lightless form of glow


She slowly proceeded to walk towards the train
With her bare feet across the warm marble floor
She could sense a smell of underground brick wall dust
And past her disarray she wondered
If the smell had been there all along

She entered through the open doors
And was now inside the dark train
Instead of seats on each row
There were made beds with white sheets
And white pillows

As she wanted nothing
But to lie down
She crawled into the bed closest to her
And with her last conscious effort
She pulled the cover over herself
And closed her eyes
All the while falling into deep sleep
As the train started moving
Into the tunnel

Music: Underwater part 2

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The Ice Age

The Ice Age is a collage and story about the process of adolescence as well as only living through ones imagination and memories.

The narrative of the story is a young girl named December who's life has reached a halt and is now going through an ice age. December thereby only lives through her imagination and memories while trying to make out who she is and who she was before The Ice Age. She longs for The Ice Age to be over but is at the same time happy to be lying under the ice.

The Ice Age

Forming

When life seemed to have doors

Evaporating into another Antarctica

Are you by

Or just here yet

Sleeping inside the piano

Time

As the night bans the moon
And pearl phlegm runs through the ashes
I could not have known of the nothingness
Seeing the world end from my bedside

But form does the clouds
And I lie down
In scattered glass of talesa and imagery
It wasn’t what I sought after
But then again
Perhaps it was

In the water screen fluids

I rule the world from my corner
Say hello when I come again,

and smile to your night that loves and thrives
Far inside

They always arrive descending

Mirages we knew
And the mirrors that go hand in hand
With windows
Not always visible
But I could still see spiderwebs everywhere

The insects, mainly the wasps
Will follow you
And drink champagne
As the night falls over the sandbanks in Egypt
It was then that you realized

That the hidden secrets was not secrets
They were just hidden so that you would look for them
And think of them.

The January Sun

fumes
~ She moves just barely
But oh we all knew
You were so much
Stones and rocks of crystal
Are wearing you down now
But we can all see you clearly
Through the ice

You are a baby
And oil stars shine on you
Cry a tune
Eating gelatine
You could have sounds that you can't foretell
We lay in a bowl of broken glass
Not hearing ~

~The visiting Realms


Distances

August dreams

~

Honey sungirl Shelley you are

The only one
Give us candied comforters
Kingdoms in satin
And magic wands
Her dreams step down, maybe
The past is now
In sand and gold she's laying
While dreaming of an evening sun

Transparency

And raw semi sides as the night bans the moon-
Hear the lady of Sicily sing

In the victorian palace eastern wing

As plastic bags fly in the air invisible to apathic eyes

Swirling between the towers

As the paint on the walls inside are peeling

Horses run to the hills chanting

To the neverdying stars of a time ruled by selfmade Gods

When the ghouls are in a flap

And the king becomes a drag
There are no abstainers in a sighing world.

Morning awaits

The tales of hollow lands,

fields

In comatose hands

and freeze-framed vessels

My name was December

The hibernation

The well of transition

And the one loneliness union

There are sweet springs

I never saw

But cover your eyes

When in a dreamland sparks

The springs that never waited around, I would have

Laid you down on a thousand sheets

I am the horizon

And I am the swallowed ocean floors

I can no longer see the reflections of land

or vacant shores

impressions
And I ask myself how long, how long
The world is in between now
She's falling in dreams
Peering through evening clouds
Can you hear the birds now
As flying houses don't allow
Much of a crowd
I know he sleeps behind the moon
My emerald heart is glowing
And I ask myself how long, how long

. . .

The snow share stories

And seizures

The hours that survive

Are the glitters that glow the nights into pieces

And despite the mints of tomorrow

Cutting through the air

I keep waking up yesterday

But you see I've learned

To drown my diamonds and how to

crawl across the sky

The avenues inside are as endless

As the death of mine

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