Foul, scathing, inconsiderate.

Train ride, relapsing mind, a sigh of relief.
     The air has gone away.
  Salesmen bicker words that don't me much to me.
        Woman slurps her beverage through a noisy straw.
  Another reading, so silently that you hear her thoughts.

New page, new thoughts,
What's left? What's lost?
  Row of people with pre-cautious peepers, scanning the roofs of their eyelids.
   I don't feel like talking, not yet.
Oh no my pen is almost dead.

    "Write backward, write backwards!" he said.
Just like a forbidden train.
  Eyes wander again and again.
         Hardly paying attention to the stop I depart.
    Oh dear the heat from outside rejuvenates my angry heart.

The "rats" are on the track again.
    The train screeches to a halt.
Frowning conductor.
  In his mind he swears "It's not his fault."

Curious eyes crawl from across the train,
Wide and vivacious.
I have found life.