Big Frank has been reading leaping poetry and prose poetry. Russell Edson is where they come together. If you take a look at his other poems you will be able to visit a world where you start out in this world, and then through his poetry you go somewhere else - returning with something else in mind.
The Reason Why The Closet-Man Is Never Sad
This is the house of the closet-man. There are no rooms,
just hallways and closets.
Things happen in rooms. He does not like things to
happen . . . Closets, you take things out of closets,
you put things into closets, and nothing happens . . .
Why do you have such a strange house?
I am the closet-man, I am either going or coming, and I
am never sad.
But why do you have such a strange house?
I am never sad
---- Russell Edson
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