Floyd Crenshaw


Floyd Crenshaw Poems

1. Drunken-Stumbling And Foghorn-Mumbling 3/7/2008
2. Frills 3/7/2008
3. Moldy Bread 3/11/2008
4. Some Way 3/11/2008
5. A Seemingly Normal Afternoon 3/11/2008
6. Selfish 3/22/2008
7. Humanity 3/30/2008
8. Mehh 4/7/2008
9. Speech! Speech! 4/9/2008
10. Romantic Runaway Song 4/15/2008
11. Diddy Bop 4/20/2008
12. Lies 4/21/2008
13. Merchandising 4/25/2008
14. For The Defense 5/3/2008
15. Tiger Kills 5/7/2008
16. The Truth About Unicorns 5/7/2008
17. No Control 5/7/2008
18. Rolling Back 4/28/2008
19. Washington's Ave. 4/29/2008
20. Let Down 5/8/2008
21. Fancy Pants Can Dance? 5/11/2008
22. Paranoia 5/12/2008
23. Reaching...Almost...Got...It....Whaa? 5/12/2008
24. Daytime Reality 5/14/2008
25. Simple Pleasure Number 1... 5/15/2008
26. Wedding 5/16/2008
27. Poem Found Beneath The Sofa Cushion 5/16/2008
28. What You Make Of It 5/18/2008
29. Simple Pleasure Number 2... 5/18/2008
30. Simple Pleasure Number 3... 5/18/2008
31. Simple Pleasure Number 4... 5/21/2008
32. The Possibility Channel Is Nuts 5/21/2008
33. Simple Pleasure Number 5... 5/21/2008
34. Last Call 5/25/2008
35. So Far 5/27/2008
36. Simple Pleasure Number 7... 6/5/2008
37. Simple Pleasure Number 8... 6/7/2008
38. Simple Pleasure Number 9... 6/11/2008
39. The Worst One Yet 6/11/2008
40. Serially? 6/20/2008
Best Poem of Floyd Crenshaw

A Seashell For Your Hair

she looks like
she just came
off a three day binge
or
some nice cruise
never bothering
to wash the
ocean away.

that dazed
but satisfied look
pleased with all
that crosses her path

she does not take part
in my sorts of abuse.

she will share the space
with devils and spirits,
but kindly refuse.

a simple girl with
outrageous beauty.

what is it that she knows?
where is that spot
deep inside?
that spot where she
stashes strength?

does it even matter
with lips like that?

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Moldy Bread

oh, it feels good to hear truth.
truth that pollutes the roof of my mouth,
in a petri dish, it grew and grew.
indirectness is the mold
and it grows and grows.

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