My sophomore year of college my writing teacher distributed a packet of handouts consisting of xeroxed pages from various books. Among those were several poems by Russell Edson. I'm not the biggest reader of poetry but I was quite taken by his work.
His prose poems fuse bizarre with banal, subtly taking the reader into a strange alternate world, where it is not uncommon to paddle a canoe up the stairs,
or cultivate sheep in a test tube.