INDEX

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

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