INDEX

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

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