Floyd Crenshaw Poems

she looks like
she just came
off a three day binge
or
...

line of sight was unobstructed
our eyes flicker
communicating through
years of practice
...

i
found a love
her name
is...
...

i think
i'm afraid of sleep
because it brings
tomorrow on
...

smoke constantly
to pass time
in this bubble
...

home
is safety
home
is naked
...

some days
i throw my
phone away.
...

you are no book
i can read with ease
like i developed
over night some
...

i am scared of commitment
of choosing a path
of staying a course
...

I am not a poet.
Just witness to this misplaced empathy of Our generation.
A tragic inability to identify with others.
A societal alien.
...