Across from me,
twenty people in jerseys of blue and red.
Beside me,
twenty more in black and white.
Insults fly back and forth—
a nonstop rally
of noise, heat, and hate
Reminded again of why
I avoid sports,
from another ride on the crazy train.
Across from me,
Ryan catches Linda
texting her ex
The words come fast:
“Whore!” he snaps—
every head in the car turns.
“Two pump chump!” she shoots back—
laughter ripples through the cabin
Reminded again of why
I avoid relationships,
from another ride on the crazy train.
An overload of the senses
I pull out my book
Feet up,
back against the glass—
checked out.
A couple quiet hours to myself.
An escape.
Reminded again of why
I avoid people,
from another ride on the crazy train.
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