Coconut on a Phone Pole

Coconut on a Phone Pole

A Poem by Pen Draggin'

 I lifted my palm to my brow

while his blackened bare feet found untraceable knots

and his tanned hands gripped at tar

that snaked the splintered wood to its base.

His shaggy head bobbed as he shimmied

and at the top his almond eyes smiled.

He said that

he learned to do it when he was younger

and that

he had left his shoe up there.

© 2009 Pen Draggin'


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"He said that
he learned to do it when he was younger
and that
he had left his shoe up there."

Love the end! Simply loved it :]

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Added on June 15, 2009
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Pen Draggin'
Pen Draggin'

Portland, OR



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Hi! I'm Kelsey, I'm 22 years old with a passion for poetry. I write because it is innate and, quite simply, I'm pretty f*****g good at it. I love the rain. I will always belong to the Northwest. I sa.. more..

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