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