INDEX

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

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