The Alfresco Moment (Russell Edson Poem)
A butler asks, will Madam be having her morning coffee alfresco? If you would be so good as to lift ...
Russell Edson Poems (54 Poems)
The Ox (Russell Edson Poem)
There was once a woman whose father over the years had become an ox. She would hear him alone at ...
The Position (Russell Edson Poem)
They let me in. I went right up to the nursery and climbed into the crib, and assumed the famous ...
The Reason Why The Closet-Man Is Never Sad (Russell Edson Poem)
This is the house of the closet-man. There are no rooms, just hallways and closets. Things happen in rooms. He ...
The Autopsy (Russell Edson Poem)
In a back room a man is performing an autopsy on an old raincoat. His wife appears in the doorway ...
A Performance At Hog Theater (Russell Edson Poem)
There was once a hog theater where hogs performed as men, had men been hogs. One hog said, I will ...
The Theory (Russell Edson Poem)
The big one went to sleep as to die and dreamed he became a tiny one. So tiny as to ...
The Father Of Toads (Russell Edson Poem)
A man had just delivered a toad from his wife's armpit. He held it by its legs and spanked it. ...
Erasing Amyloo (Russell Edson Poem)
A father with a huge eraser erases his daughter. When he finishes there's only a red smudge on the wall. ...
Conjugal (Russell Edson Poem)
A man is bending his wife. He is bending her around something that she has bent herself around. She is ...
The Marionettes Of Distant Masters (Russell Edson Poem)
A pianist dreams that he's hired by a wrecking company to ruin a piano with his fingers . . . ...
The Floor (Russell Edson Poem)
The floor is something we must fight against. Whilst seemingly mere platform for the human stance, it is that place ...
The Man Rock (Russell Edson Poem)
A man is a rock in a garden of chairs and waits for a longtime to be over. It is ...
The Road (Russell Edson Poem)
There was a road that leads him to go to find a certain time where he sits. Smokes quietly in ...
The Wounded Breakfast (Russell Edson Poem)
A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon, squealing and grinding forward on small wheels, even as a man sitting ...
On The Eating Of Mice (Russell Edson Poem)
A woman prepared a mouse for her husband's dinner, roasting it with a blueberry in its mouth. At table he ...
The Lighted Window (Russell Edson Poem)
A lighted window floats through the night like a piece of paper in the wind. I want to see into ...
The Bridge (Russell Edson Poem)
In his travels he comes to a bridge made entirely of bones. Before crossing he writes a letter to his ...
The Toy-Maker (Russell Edson Poem)
A toy-maker made a toy wife and a toy child. He made a toy house and some toy years. He ...
The Death Of A Fly (Russell Edson Poem)
There was once a man who disguised himself as a housefly and went about the neighborhood depositing flyspecks. Well, he ...
Soup Song (Russell Edson Poem)
How I make my soup: I draw water from a tap . . . I am not an artist. And ...
The Closet (Russell Edson Poem)
Here I am with my mother, hanging under the molt of years, in a garden of umbrellas and rubber boots, ...
The Having To Love Something Else (Russell Edson Poem)
There was a man who would marry his mother, and asked his father for his mother's hand in marriage, and ...
Ape And Coffee (Russell Edson Poem)
Some coffee had gotten on a man's ape. The man said, animal did you get on my coffee? No no, ...
One Lonely Afternoon (Russell Edson Poem)
Since the fern can't go to the sink for a drink of water, I graciously submit myself to the task, ...
Mr. Brain (Russell Edson Poem)
Mr Brain was a hermit dwarf who liked to eat shellfish off the moon. He liked to go into a ...
The Pilot (Russell Edson Poem)
Up in a dirty window in a dark room is a star which an old man can see. He looks ...
The Tree (Russell Edson Poem)
They have grafted pieces of an ape with a dog. . . Then, what they have, wants to live in ...
The Philosophers (Russell Edson Poem)
I think, therefore I am, said a man whose mother quickly hit him on the head, saying, I hit my ...
The Changeling (Russell Edson Poem)
A man had a son who was an anvil. And then sometimes he was an automobile tire. I do wish ...