Short Headrest Poems

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Chair of Fire

My father's naughehyde 
recliner was the dusky,
sudden pink of pale pigs.
Hair-oil halo
Scrimshaw headrest

He died in bed

My brother, Richard,
did not weep...
he hosed out the hulk
that had held 
our father's 
few possessions

My brother burned
that old recliner
in a greasy
reluctant fire

Gasoline hissing like snakes
took the place of tears...

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Don’t ask me why my head needs your headrest?
A women’s breast are so comforting and amazing
Food maybe for a baby
Because men don’t have them

Because we sneak a peek and look
I have no clue
They are just really cool 
And, they are fun

Nothing like a Chicken breast
That’s for sure
Women don’t need a six-pack like men
Just Two, one for me, and one for me

That makes two just for me, lol 

I couldn't help it this subject is fun
Everyone freaks out about breast parts...

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