Vincent S. Coster Poems

The feeling of the water
As it runs over my bare skin
The soap forming bubbles that pop
In lathered delight
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The yellow moon hung low
Over papier-mâché hills and
Cast it's benevolent glow
On the factories and homes
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I

She was a phoney, that was for sure
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(For Al Filreis)

The peace of this place chimes with a hum
...

Sun shines
In the echoes through the
Trees
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What is Christian?
Muslim?
Or Jew?
Gay or straight?
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Police came with blue

Flashing lights
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I cannot even give an account of what it meant to be born.

To fall head first down the tubes inside my mother into an opening light of a world gone mad and getting worse.
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I do not know what it's like to be a girl
For being a man, I don't face
The real threat that I will be robbed of education
As some girls are
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For Dani Howard
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