Breaking Prescription

[Cita]

I've been tilting at windmills lately and then saying "Oh, shit!" when I actually get one.

A dead mouse, somewhere in the dark hallway, kept me awake last night with stench, and I finally dreamed of floating corpses.

Fall showed up overnight a week ago, and now the plants and animals seem to be on overdrive, surging with sap and growth, doing their damnedest before a freeze.

I heard a faraway voice as we drove last night, heard him laughing through pain, making jokes and trying to be ok, but we are ok and he is the one so faraway in the dark.

I am still stuck on the fact that in our town a main thoroughfare is named after your grandfather, but my mom won't include you in her geneology book because we didn't do things according to the accepted prescription.

We have a broke-dick bull in the house trap that I named "Fat Albert" a couple of years ago, and I will be sad to see him go to the sale, but broke-dick bulls don't heal and there is work to be done.

 

[Cita]

What I don't understand about broke-dick bulls is why we never see a broke-dick stud horse or dog or human for that matter.  Why only bulls?  And why don't they heal?

[Mike Handley]

Broke-dick bull ... This HAS to be a perfect metaphor for someone. That'll be in my head forever.

[Gita]

Tell your mother that the patent on the accepted prescription ran out and you got a new RX for the generic.

 

[Bill Floyd]

That's exactly what other people are looking for, validation from without that is only truly satisfying when it comes from within.  I reassert: Fuck the accepted prescription.

[Cita]

I have not gotten my book yet, T, and perhaps it will help me leave the blues behind.  Truthfully, I don't feel my normal blue, but a pale blue, like the sky in autumn when the sun is not as bright.  A resting blue. 

Bill, I always said that if I got unmarried, I would not get remarried. I had no idea how intense the pressure would be to do things according to prescription, as if MY following the prescribe route was validation for other people already having done so??? 

[Rusty McCall]

LOVE IT!

[Bill Floyd]

This scans bleak and resigned.  Which is fine, and perhaps fitting for the season.  I hope your words can carry you.  Windmills were made for tilting, and we are here anytime you need us, eager for your stories.  And hey, fuck the accepted prescription.

[Teresa]

I was reading an old journal tonight, 8/08, and I thought of you saying you often write sixes out of your journal.  I do find that the words I never intended for anyone to see are often some of the best.  And yet, in the backs of our minds I think we also wonder if anyone will ever read the words, so it's kind of a fakeout of sorts, tricking the mental censor into thinking we're writing junk so he doesn't pay attention.  Anyway, I was thinking of you and this is just another example of how watching life carefully creates the perfect narrative, metaphor, truth.  Very nice.  Can we go back to HoW now?  Got my book today.