INDEX

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

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