INDEX

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

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