Phantom —Devereaux Frazier

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

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