Braden Coucher

Rookie (December 10,1986 / Portland Oregon)

Change? - Poem by Braden Coucher

Leather
And cedar beard on brown bottle
Against stucco, pale and off white
Outside 711 waiting on Jesus
With Squared paper cup
And trout grimace, glass lake eyes.

Mercedes
Silver, hum and beeb
His shoes reflecting the moon
And tiny jewelry string laces
Dancing a tap asphalt onto curb
And jostled hockey fraternal
Elbow thrusting door open
Half jog and gum chewer.

The Street’s carved into parallel hills
And manholes engraved where
January water curdles in
Streams thin as whiskers
Down a lead pipe and
Under belly
Of Suburb bushes with their
Roots reaching up, lamp posts
Tingle tingle click.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011


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