City: July 7, 2026

#City

City Words

(upside down)
Looking to their owner
Release the ropes
The two return to beside the one, backs to me,
The two Owls cuddle me
"Take the ropes"
Two come to me
One sits back to me on porch
Three owls with ropes fly to me
Figure walking to me with owls across open field
Came out on porch thru brush
Peremeter of trees, bushes, field on other side
Group gone to field for scimmage
We wake in dream as rest leaving
Dozing in football baseball class, two of us
I Slid face down in basball demo-football baseball overlap instruction, right to instructors feet
Some lesson demo
Like a dozen in class


Thing of it is, if I can remember just one N1 thing, then maybe I can remember the previous thing, and so on...above is upside down...sometimes I gather a whole sequence sequence...my play by play turns on, my thoughts chat, within the paralysis.."dont look, feel"...each thing has a feel...this just like poetry-feel poems rather than prose like, understand them...the slide was done just right, arms wide...out of the blue I did that, dove flopped, then took a seat self satisfied, confident...this feeling will overlap with the owls, become feeling of priviledge...respect feeling for the owl owner...not so much for the class instructor, the class...friendship for my sleeping neighbor...trying to learn, feel,  thru out...seeing owls always a special feeling for reals..shy to hold them...glad to let them go...see they stayed together...two small, the one taller...scenes overlap many previous one...familiar pastiche of parks, mountain roads, classes...oh, here's another

(Upside right)
An art lesson, a timed painting...
we collide with one another setting up
Finally, I get my easel up, and paint
For review, I show the intructor
Then show like my portfolio, drawings, paintings
Flipping thru pad
"Wait", I hear remark,
"There's 'City Words'...some written thing I coined long ago imbedded in a page..
I awake..."city words"...?...I haven't wrote that before, the dream wrote it...dreams can write!...but it was thought, felt, to be my combo word, my coin...aaand, maybe it's an overlap with city girl, city's world, from old poem...this is forced...I dunno what "city words" is, or from, but it's good!...art class scenes common, like sports class, playing, scenes

So, so...the scramble to start our paintings...just saw this feeling in the feed drop...a forced side by side...the cornocupia scene in Hunger Games...thing is the doom scroll, in its random sequencing, disconnected as it seems, in the feelings it induces, resembles N1 Hypnopompic...Dude Dope...and, they, dreams, the scroll content presentations, can draw from one another, or not...as I can, awake...show a care, one should, must...the cornucupia scene is brutal...puts care to the side...like ignore our conscience-Jimminy Cricket...Pinnochio is a dream sequence...it's just as brutal as Hunger Games...being eaten by a whale and all...being eaten our long time angst!...just flipping thru my pad...

:)

DavidDavid