INDEX

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

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