Trains in the West Suburbs 

The short traitor we can't find
for his strides are so long 
the short train we cannot find
for its whistles are long

poly-vaguely sails the train
in the flesh on rails gay 
ah long live the iron way
king of bucks and coups de main

the train short short short short short short 
on its bare rails refined 
breast of steel thighs of satin 
arms outstretched upon the causeway 

exquisite corpse you drink in assort 
you drink in assort sparkling wine 
that co that como motivates 
pulling again at your hairline

here is passing right beside you 
the sweetest spawning of brain's thought
it is your train your motorcar 
your heavy truck your bus great scot

Nanterre to Rueil that's street-smart
that's so street-smart like the reeds 
which's down-to-earth that's street-smart
tears mucus odours and bones 

Sursne' Ansiere' forth and back
along the river in woods loop
trailing the stones a dog yacks 
upon the trail of the flesh it snoops

Saint-Cloud Cressy it crosses cress 
which're in the between-street stream
the flower with the mushroom no less
and the moss dwindles it seems

already born dead is day 
already dead born is night
the trains cross traverse the day 
traverse the night traverse as mites

nearby today yesterday's suns
those today are already dead
tomorrow's snow last week's sort 
future's stream flows from wells so on

it's the train of love's comport 
it's the train of vacation 
it leads up to death's retort
which comes on recuperation