INDEX

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

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