INDEX

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

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