Robert Penn Warren  All the King’s Men

                                               back to back beauts

Yet the definition we have made of ourselves is ourselves.

To break out of it, we must make a new self. But how can the self make a new self when the selfness which it is, is the only substance from which the new self can be made?

    Fine  and  dandy

                          Tis the season that try mens souls   Thomas Paine

Not really Tis the season  A Christmas callout

                                                    THESE are the times that try mens souls.

making a new self

he failed to write that down on his Christmas list for Santa an anybody else who asked

mimeographed it

                    made dozens

still had dozens

people were more interested in their lists than his

                                                      an his was modestEXCEPT  forgot to include the new self

he couldnt begin to say how many people would love that he wasnt himself any longer 

                                                                                            then

thatd be a gift for them  not him

wouldnt it

             rhetorical

it wasnt going anywherestayin put  right here

he refused to read self-help books

                                      all his questions all his clues all pentup inside him

Graffiti

somebody write a graffiti self-help book

not that he was aware

not that hed look

wouldnt have

                usually every night a scroll was rolled out     Where were we?

Youre dream  Thought you kept tabs

To a certain extent, but you’re the one who boasts, considerably, of his deep long memory.

Are dreams memories

Are they?

              Aren’t they?

    Does sound like youre being rhetorical

You burned yours earlier.

Yes

      If I had to  keep tabs    Id say  I last came out   after a sex . .

. . Dream.

             Really. Please.  You realise that’s not a singular tab nor a small selection?

3M hasn’t made enough POST-IT Sticky flags, assorted bright.

he wasnt one who assumed flattery or accepted it

                                                      Then were in trouble 

Maybe if they were women I knew rather than complete strang . .

. . Yeah yeah, what’s with that?

Strangers

    Strangers.

                 Why do you say it like that?

I didnt realise I was sayin it like anything

You do.

    Im unfamiliar Nice seque though

                                          Strangers

Look up Seven Minutes in Heaven

Seven minutes. Great. The extended seven minutes two strange women in a closet bare lightbulb lit by a pullchain  And it Off.

My point  my point was to fix   one  nearby

                                                    Call it a coordinate

Coordinate?

Yah

Yeah. Yeah.

                I suppose that’ll take us into the neighbourhood.

Methinks

Quit Shakespeare.

Indeed

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1443,  Tuesday – Christmas Eve,  24  12. 24

Mama Cass  Dream a Little Dream of Me  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zz4Et_XUMiI

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