INDEX

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

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