I won’t thank you for the memories
they are rancid
beyond repair
lost to my mind’s eye
time flies, and the castles we built together
are covered in sand and wonder
how did I ever let you take hold of my sight
and why do I wonder if it will ever come back
phantom operators ride the midnight railway
stoking up the magic in the mountain
but my lady never smiles
I ride the tracks, hear the onlookers laugh
I’m not a really useful person, am I?
each night I crawl home to my shed and weep
every journey on the island is affirmation
there’s nowhere that will ever accept me
Read more —Devereaux Frazier
