INDEX

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

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