INDEX

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

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