Dowse a fire with a forked stick
Pick up that cue, and dot the walls with blue
March your orders, even if it's June
Tune up your car at stoplights
Scotch up some old tapes, and use only one finger
Short bread a sandwich for a more open view
Buy some new clear glasses, the solar wind is blowing
Make culpable rhyme with gulpable
Get Eddie'd by a stream, whether Jim and I come along
Re quest an old trail
Convey ants across a stick
Find a little jolt, cage it, because we all need a little startling
Mirror oracles with déjà vu
Turn a write into the mystery
Morphing something old into another new