INDEX

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

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