INDEX

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

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