INDEX

INDEX was published in 2021 by zimZalla, you can find out more about it and buy it here.

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call a spade an immense chandelier children
no actual tabletop cooking is involved
Pretend you lived before
A gondola rowed by a lone ghost
my money has a firm handshake
good luck London
Tired of working in the kitchen?
an isolated queen woke up
the humble noble apple
black stone, NOTES black gloves
the dead man sat alone in the library
I'm thinking of the man
the mist-enveloped landscape
a solid-hearted lettuce has a trifling mind
the close-packed clouds play the guitar
be shy of the coffee
mother is very proud of her large stone intellect
long-dead She rose
I would like to thank Van Gogh for the tap on the nut
trouble with false hearted lovers
deeply constant are the feelings In the little cup
Are you gilt furniture in the slanting sunlight?
run, jump, you are approaching a divinity.
The young grey squirrel
Here we go
The old woman had a cocky air
I should like to show you
in the dooming times of retreat
I don't want to go into the details
If you have a big fat turkey cock
dreaming of the golden days darling.
Let us construct a typical London at noon
smooth and important
across the city for a day and a night
you are in an orchard, Some time after midnight
poetry can be produced in a dark cupboard
refine your picture-gallery
Start by using a crumpled paper towel
The problem of the day-by-day fondue hostess
Br-r-r-r, it's cold outside-
Another jerk dictates the gin-sodden gabble of the town
families with low incomes are buying
self-consciously picturesque
after sundown
Why not Make a large, flat, decorative wall map?
another nicely behaved snake
make one little pile of haunting sadness
A hat should give you a feeling
I used to go and comb the mountains
I Try to conceal my tender gifts
how was one to get used to SCHOOL?
In times like these, perform the can-can
artists all over the world
cold and cruel newspaper reports
This is a tremendous screaming opportunity
place a tea wagon at one end of the earth
cut up potatoes for soup
gentian-spangled sugar and shaky experience
There's nothing like four rather vain attics
From off your table take the right sort of books
a sensible girl witnessing the integration of the bride
look Think of a number
in a world
sleep off the brandy, speak the truth
you ask me why I'm depressed!
women should never wear chopped ham or blotted paper
the King of their city was a ghool;
remember a pleasant materialistic painter.
make an experiment
we went to the country
What's the idea this time?
fly over the lawn at dusk.
You have turmoils
You will need a watery sun.
Blend the entire sky with feelings of anger and sadness
For Heaven's Sake
hearing the devil
He laid his damp palm on the frozen face of nature
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