INDEX

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

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