I really like the overall aesthetic here. It reads like something you would hear in a scene from a movie about beatniks. I like the sort of zoot suit era imagery. Your words paint a beautiful and romanticised picture of a 1950's ghetto. 

Ah.  Okay, now that you point it out, it does make a kind of sense.  I'm glad you're enjoying the braided format!  You seem quite adept at it.  

At first, I thought you had used anagrams of each line to create the next, but now I realize this is about braided poem isn't it?  

I'm having trouble parsing "stoical dottle toke".  What does that mean, or what is the intended connotative purpose?

The imagery you create here is fantastic, and the poem has a lovely, rhythmic quality to it.

Coke Bottle