Poems by Russell Edson
Mr. Brain
... stone, a pebble--it is a twig, it is nothing under the moon that ...
The Pilot
... He thinks he can use the back of a chair as a ship's wheel to ...
The Bridge
... The ape is looking at the stump of his wrist and scolding me again ...
The Toy-Maker
... toy. The toy-maker made a toy heaven and a toy god ...
The Death Of A Fly
... fly. I love dead flies, the way they remind me of individuals ...
Soup Song
... would have it. But in this case a normal path interrupted by a pot ...
The Closet
... See how the fedoras along the shelf are the several ...
The Lighted Window
... trees. As I chase it it rolls and tumbles ...
The Man Rock
... A rock is a longtime waiting for a longtime to be ...
The Wounded Breakfast
... . . The man turns to his breakfast again, but sees ...
On The Eating Of Mice
... mice . . . And yet, not to forget, each night, one less vermin ...
The Father Of Toads
... , he said. Well, perhaps if you hid in the attic, so that no one needed ...
Erasing Amyloo
... . . . I'll erase her closet, her dresser--shut up about Amyloo! ...
Conjugal
... No, he is bending her around the tripod of his camera ...
The Marionettes Of Distant Masters
... The Cosmic Plan: Distant Masters manipulating minor Masters who, in turn, ...
