INDEX

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

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