INDEX

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

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