INDEX

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

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