INDEX

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

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