INDEX

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

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