INDEX

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

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