Blaise Cirelli, _The Bobby Thompson Series

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The Bobby Thompson Series
Bobby Thompson - Gratitude Junkie
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It's 3:00 P.M. in the factory.
Sun pours in the office windows and
I'm wearing blue seersucker shorts with
a matching knit polo shirt; tan loafers; no socks.

Walking down the concrete floor,
I'm feeling proud of where I work;
the job I do and the people who support me here.

I see the friendly vending person
just refilled the machine
with fresh spearmint Chicklets.
I buy some along with a cold diet cola in a can.

Tonight I'll go home, meditate and then
write a poem about this experience.

Arriving home from work at 6:30 P.M.
I walk into my new tract home and see
Mia, my kitten, just woke from a nap.

I feel lucky to own a home in northern California.

Tonight, I'll watch an educational TV show
that demonstrates how much of men and women's behavior
is like animals.

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The Bobby Thompson Series
Bobby Thompson - Worldly Philospher
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For a long time, women told me the size of a man's
cock had no relationship to their level of sexual
satisfaction. I have reason to believe they were lying.

All of this has nothing to do with my idea of what a poet
should be like and for the first time I can clearly
articulate my vision.

He should be married; live in a seaside town
and have plain and chocolate milk delivered to his house
(once a week). His wife should leave a glass of milk and
cookies each evening to help him sleep.

This milk thing is no joke. Just today I read how in India
Vedic statues were drinking milk given to them
by Hindu faithful. The stores sold out every day.

Actually, I think religion is a good idea--better than
seeing a psychotherapist. My experience is that you go see
them when you have a 500 pound gorilla on your back
and they tell you it's a metaphor for life.

I'm convinced religion is better than toughing it out
since there's a limit you inevitably hit
and then your choice is either suicide or getting pumped
with Thorazine--which means you'll be shuffling around
slobbering all over yourself. I've seen it.

In fact, when I was at Sears the other evening,
I saw this guy, kind of Anglo looking,
with an Indian woman who he said was his girlfriend.
I swear she was schizophrenic. She stood outside the store
chasing a small dog who kept running away from her
while he told me about his ride-around lawn mower.

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The Bobby Thompson Series
Bobby Thompson - Mid Life Crisis
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Now that I'm forty;
divorced.

There's an Indian woman
in Arizona,
frightened;
standing naked
peeking through cheap yellow curtains.

I could be a naturalist.
Write about saw-tooth cactus;
corduroy lizards;
other things I'd need to learn.

Dreamt I woke with screaming veins
creaming blood red Jesus.
Trout swimming through cotton mesh straws.

Had a vision at work of St. Michael
astride two enormous armadillos.
He was slashing overhead;
providing employees with a comfortable work environment.

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Blaise Cirelli
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