Floyd Crenshaw (CNY)
Biography of Floyd Crenshaw
it is what it is.
Floyd Crenshaw Poems
People, People, People
and through out this life a million people may pass
home is safety home is naked
a situation a thought the presupposed future that future's paralyzing past
I watched the Chicago skyline Become bright at the height of twilight On a rooftop twenty-nine flights I felt the daily fight
sitting in a car at a park a comfortable seat for a comfortable scene.
time passing mass transit break-dancing troupe horn-honking hobo
Years have come and gone. It used to take decades for one year to pass. Then it took weeks.
the day wore on time turned after noon my shower is late my clothes in the hamper
Invincible Until Death
he thought he was - after the bombs dropped after the bullets dodged
there is a hot coal in my father's palm he takes them from our hearth his hands unscathed to memory scorched layers crust over once tender flesh
thank you thank you but i am
in old age will i still believe in good fortune?
That Great Faith
i am scared of commitment of choosing a path of staying a course
i have been kind to everyone i have met...