INDEX

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

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