INDEX

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

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