INDEX

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

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